Final Adjustments

"Is that so?" Myst faintly chuckled at those words, heading deeper into the workshop to where Valyr was. "Did Alfaera give you a heads-up that I was coming to meet you? Or did Tristan tell you about it?"

"As far as I know, Tristan is still resting after staying up for a couple days watching me." Valyr shook his head in response. "As for Alfaera, she didn't send me a message that you were coming to the Blacksmith Guild to meet me."

At those words, a hint of confusion appeared on Myst's face. "What did you mean by your earlier words, then?"

Thankfully, just as the question left her mouth, she took note of the set of black and green armor beside the young man, immediately getting the feeling that it was made for her.

Widening her eyes at this sensation, she soon looked back at Valyr, only to see the latter smiling back at her.