>>5712635>>5712688>>5712900After asking Morda as to where the weapon smith Hanarr lived, she was happy to take you to the forest stone. A gray landscape below the sea level.
"That place really fits with your buddy, doesn't it?" Mordas says, slowly guiding you over a ravine with her broom.
"It's a lot darker than what I thought the island would be. It's strange to feel this energy, after all the jolly folks that appeared to be right out of a child's drawing book."
"Some people just don't vibe with us. Maybe they like poorly lit areas instead of sunshine and rainbows, so that's where they go."
"And who exactly lives here?"
"Oh, the usual. Necromancers, angry spirits, people who tend to hate humans, but mostly the dwarves." She says hovering along the gray trees made out of pure concrete. "They've manipulated gravity and stone to make it easier for them to leave around in the darkness. It also helps them carry out things several times their size."
"Hiring him to mass produce some weapons for me might be the right call after all. I'm sure Guts has spoken with him already about the subject."
"That he has, he's a lot more grumpy than usual. Last time I visited Granny Vol to learn a bit more about gargoyle summoning, and all I heard was wolf cries along with him groaning."
"Gargoyles?!" Her statement was very loaded, but what drew the most attention to Morda was that she learned something about Tudorian magic, which was pretty much eradicated from both it's original land as well as Midland, but found a safe heaven at Elfhelm. "You're familiar with the silver eyed school?"
"A little bit, just the basic transmutation stuff that makes giants from rocks. I take it some of their knowledge found it's way here, but we tend not to use it due to it being a double edged sword." She replies, making her best impression of The Flower Monarch.
'The use of blood curses your soul! Mortals shouldn't have that control over fate! It's not our magic spells, we don't know about the implications of it's downsides' Blah blah blah! No wonder these lessons have gotten so boring. The conventional magic is so easy that all that's left is the spicy stuff."
Incredible... So perhaps there is some wiggle room for you to teach Farnese how to use some of the Silver Eyed Clan's magic. Or even yourself.
After finally meeting the man half your size responsible for creating the Berserker Armor, you find it convenient to see Guts already at his side, meditating and remaining calm in order to tap into the Armor's full power without losing himself into darkness.
"Only fitting for the dark swordwsman to have a think for blacksmiths, huh?" Morda interrupts him with a slight joke, to which he stands up and almost swings his sword at her, if not for him stopping short a few inches from her neck.
"Don't startle him again, Morda. Unless you're actually wishing for death." Hanarr strikes his hammer onto the armor, making a distinct sound that disables Guts' helm.
