>>6173829And as always, the damn things always lie where you think you had already searched, twice. Under some old rusty pliers and a soot-stained apron, you found the key, a hexagonal seal, it seemed to you. Lined with gold and made of a material you weren't sure you knew. As per usual, there is the usual Imperial symbolism; the laurel leaves and the eagle prominently feature. But in the centre age, an anvil is engraved, upon which a hammer is striking. Which sent lightning bolts flying from it. It was small enough to hold in your hands, but only with the tips of your fingers holding it in place upon the palm of your hand. It was quite heavy, too, so you quickly brought it over to the anvil slot.
It fits; that much it does, but alas, while the form is correct, the hexagon itself won't fall nicely in place.
<span class="mu-i"> ''So close, yet the builders of this place seem to thwart me once more. Why, for the sake of the leaves in Greifswald, won't it fit?'' </span> You said out loud that the more verbal expressions of frustration, you kept behind your tongue for now. Wait a minute, you thought. What if it was made to be that way? Only being able to be put in place by force, the force of, say, a smith's hammer. It would be worth a try, though you didn't know if the one you grabbed from one of the tables would last beyond the first strike.
And it didn't; with the first strike, the ancient wood of the handle split in twain. Improving, you grabbed the metal head of the hammer to make it fit that way, and after a few short hits with the metal, you made it fit.
