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"0": "Lion stood at the bellows, watching James work a bar of iron into rough shape. As the heat from the forge and the rhythmic clang of the hammer washed over he drowsed. Thanks to the insistence of Goodie Bidall and the ministration of her family's cleric, the pain in his side was little more than a dull ache. If only the rest of the consequence of his mistake were as easy to erase. How could he have been so stupid? What made him think Kwai had been honest with him? Why hadn't he even considered that the weasel had sent him into an ambush.\n\nHe yanked himself out of his self pity, scolding himself. As his master had often admonished him, honest mistakes were acceptable, as long as you learned what they had to teach and avoided them the next time. Well, learn he had, the hard way. All he had left was the location of the local arm of the Hu Bao Zhou, if even that piece of intelligence could be trusted. Kwai had been very specific in his directions, now that Lion thought on it, an odd fact he hadn't really noticed in his early excitement to further his quest. If the warehouse indicated was the right building, he would have to be more circumspect in his approach. If he could even confirm it was the right building, all the better.\n\nHe musings were interrupted by the bell at the front of the shop. He looked questioningly at James, but he shook his head, indicating the piece was still hot enough. He wouldn't need the forge right away. Well, thought Lion, there are also the apprentices to keep the forge stoked. That is what they are there for, after all, when they aren't being taught. Lion shrugged and headed for the door to the workshop. On the way he doused his head and chest on the barrel of cold water by the door, set there for that very purpose. He grabbed a clean towel of the peg and scrubbed as he walked. \n\nThe front of the shop was given over to display space, showing some of the finer pieces the older apprentices and journeymen had crafted over the past few years. One of the journeymen sat, half dozing, on a stool, assigned to keep an eye on things and help customers walking in off the street. He started awake at Lion's passing, having apparently slept through the bell. Lion waved him back to his seat, smiling, and walked over to greet the customer. \n\nHe was a small fellow, too small for a dwarf. Definitely a gnome, by the blunter, almost comic features. His pate was bald, framed buy wiry, gray hair. He was beardless, not as uncommon among gnomes as dwarves. He wore an odd shirt, full of pockets, over plain work clothes and a pair of too large, clunky boots. He was busily inspecting some of the artifacts in the front display case, copies of some of the intricate pieces Lion had been commissioned to create himself. \n\n\"Can I help you?\" Lion asked. The gnome started, quickly pulling his hand back from the case. He had a half-guilty expression on his face, though Lion knew nothing was missing from the case. \n\n\"Er, yes.\" He coughed nervously. \"I am Curdswell. Watscum Babblage Curdswell. I was told by some fellows I met at the Meade Hall that I might commission a young smith by the name of James? I have a very demanding commission and was told that in the absence of his master, he might be able to complete it?\" \n\n\"James, eh?\" Lion smiled and scratched his beard. \"Do you have a diagram or some such of this piece?\" \n\n\"Hm, oh, yes, but mightn't I see James to show it to him?\" Curdswell looked a little confused and off-put. \n\n\"Well, he's currently busy, though I could take a look at what you have, if you like.\" \n\n\"Really?\" Curdswell looked dubious and just a touch irritated. \"It's a very complicated artifact, for a magical device--have you ever created magical components? Hm?\" \n\n\"A few,\" replied Lion, laughing internally at Curdswell's skeptical look. \"Just let me see your drawings, please.\" \n\n\"Hmph, very well.\" Curdswell started rummaging through the pockets in his shirt, muttering to himself in what Lion guessed to be gnomish. Eventually he produced a scrap of parchment a
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