Hard Headed Craftsmen

We found the location of the Forge of the Ancients, which means that the ones who could repair Fatima's gun are somewhere nearby. Just as Ember and Fang passed through the illusion, a loud voice rained down upon us.

"Trespassers! Name yourselves!"

A deep and intimidating voice echoed around. As the sound was bouncing all around the wide cave, we couldn't pinpoint where the voice was coming from. Deciding that staying quiet is a foolish thing to do, I quickly answered.

"I'm Will, a tamer! These two are my tamed beasts, Fang and Ember!"

As I replied, a loud series of laughs from various people could be heard echoing.

"Ha Ha Ha! You? A brat who's still wet behind the ears claims to be a tamer? Stop dreaming, brat."

Another voice echoed; it was different from the previous one.

"Hmph! You better go home and suck on yo momma's tits! This place isn't somewhere a kid should be in."