43 Glassia

Amito was three years older than Diya. 

"A fine boy with too much curiosity." The smith had told Ishit one evening. 

"I had seen it coming long ago and warned Arvindo too. But he didn't listen.  For him, my advice and ding of my hammer are alike. " He went on, shaking his head. 

"Lomans are not folks you make friends with. You should just buy their spices and if you're a woman with roses in your cheeks then some trinkets, too. But never buy their tales or news they bring with them. Tales of mighty druids, druidess, and Glass Castle. They enchant you and lure you away from the soil you're made of, away from the protection of your motherland as they did to the boy, Amito."  The smith sighed as he narrated the boy's story, who had run away from his home. 

Amito, like any other boy of his age, loved the tales of Lomans ( traders who roamed through the realms, selling spices and other trinkets, and buying harvests from farmers.)