After dinner, Pops led Dominic back to their rooms with an annoyed look on his face.
"First they made me the Royal Weaponsmith, now they're taking my Apprentice away to go fix swords for the reservists.
They could have hired apprentices from any repair shop in town for that. Hell, they don't even have to be real apprentices for that. A shop assistant without a Trade Skill Core could sharpen swords and replace hammer handles." He grumbled.
Dominic frowned. "I should likely make myself a new weapon as well. The officers claimed the magical sword, and it was the only thing that would properly cut through Ogre flesh. Just trying to stab them with an Uncommon Grade blade was difficult. Rare Grade weapons are the way to go."
"Well, in that case, maybe I should make you a little something special. What recipes do you have so far? I know you've been in the books." Pops asked.
