Crafting a cloaking armor

Several hours later, in the heart of Goldspire, Michael and Gaya found themselves in the bustling Blacksmith Guild. Rurik, the acting guild master, had graciously sent every blacksmith on a break, giving Michael the privacy to work in the forge hall. The hall was a symphony of anvils, hammers, and furnaces, now silent and waiting.

Gaya sat on a sturdy table, watching intently as Michael made a few adjustments to the armor they had purchased earlier. Around him lay the scales from the centipede ancient beast and the fur from the invisible panthers, both rare and powerful materials.

With skilled hands, Michael was carefully infusing these elements into Gaya's new armor. The meticulous process required precision and a deep understanding of the materials' properties.

"What exactly are you doing?" Gaya, her curiosity piqued, asked.

Michael paused, looking up from his work. 

"I'm enhancing the armor," he explained.