: His aggressive eagerness to get his hands on the sword makes the sentient blade, Teacher, extremely wary.
The smith didn’t look at the steel. He looked at Kaelen, his eyes milky white and rimmed with faint, glowing runes. "I can. But star-metal requires a catalyst. Blood. Or a memory." He leaned in closer, his smile revealing teeth that looked suspiciously like polished silver. "What are you willing to give up to make this sword whole again?" 3 : The Arcane Blacksmith is Suspicious
Kaelen stepped into the workshop, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his father’s shattered blade. The air inside was thick, smelling of sulfur, burnt ozone, and something unmistakably sweet—like wild clover. It was a bizarre scent for a forge. : His aggressive eagerness to get his hands
The bell above the heavy iron door chimed with a dull, metallic thud. "I can