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He nodded, looking around. It was clear the kingdom was fond of blacksmithing, as intricate ironwork was almost everywhere, made with skilled touch.
She relaxed, but still looked worried. "You're still my friend."
"Particularly the lamps?" he asked with a small laugh, raising an eyebrow as they continued down the road.
She faltered a bit, seeming nervous as she didn't meet his gaze. "W-Well, I just thought..."
He watched her, his head tilted. They were regular lamps, lit with flames.
She seemed to understand, glancing over at him. "I'm really glad we can talk again.."
He rolled his eyes. "If it were low then it'd be easier for you. Looks like we have it handled.
She nodded slightly, but there was a hint of hesitance. "..Do you hate him?"
He frowned. "That seems easy.. I'm not sure."
She frowned a little, looking over at him. "You should try to put a little more trust in him, Puck.."
He looked around curiously. "I guess we should walk through and see what we find."
"I do," she said, "but I don't think it's nefarious.. Maybe he's remembering something he had forgotten in his past."
He looked down at her. "You do?"
She shrugged. "I'm not sure. It's been strange lately."
It was quite busy in the lower district. People, mostly dwarves, were bustling around, going from shop to shop. Most of the buildings were made...
She looked over, squinting. "I'm not sure.. But Ben said not to touch the water, so we should be careful near the edge."
"I'm sure they are," he said easily as they approached the large gate. It clear lots of people went in and out; and the two guards watching from...
She approached him, her hands folded. "Are you okay?"
He glanced down at her out of the corner of his eye. "It could help with your farm."
She nodded slightly, starting toward Puck. "I won't touch it.'
