Wiping my brow, I looked down at the long sheet of metal, about a half inch thick and around four feet long.
I had toiled tirelessly to keep the sheet flat and consistent, preparing it to be wrapped around a core of a durable metal rod that would give the staff its shape.
Off to the side, Ba'Ruk nodded again as he looked over the metal, his orange eyes narrowed as he muttered "Not to bad, Begum... Alright, I'll let ya work 'ere in the forges if ye want. Either on yer own or alongside another of us. If ya decide to work under me though, don't expect anything past menial labor. Got that?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded once more before gesturing to the bundle of materials I had brought, the question obvious in his eyes as he waited for em to answer.
