Mikajia could only guess at the item’s contents seeing as he had never once read it. Godfrey told him it was supposed to give instruction on how to craft an ancient and very powerful blade; muttering ‘The price’ a number of times, refusing to divulge what he had read to Mikajia, and instead sending him on his way with the payment. The question had been circling through his mind over and over, wondering what exactly had caused such a reaction in the man. What price could this item possibly require that would elicit such a response?
If this next job for the blacksmith was what he thought it would be, he figured he would find out soon enough. Mikajia gathered his belongings, then left his loft, quickly making way for the blacksmith’s shop. When he reached the shop, Mikajia could tell instantly that something wasn’t right with Godfrey. The way he was acting; his expressions, his movements, even his speech pattern, it was all very different from how Mikajia had come to know and recognize in the man. From the moment Mikajia walked into the shop, till he left, Godfrey never once even looked at Mikajia.
WC = 304/1,500