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“Ala has changed much over the
millennia.”
“You are my friend, Inaki,
but I tell you this. If she goes after my Lana in any way,
her blood will soak the ground.”
Inaki moved a lever,
seemingly unperturbed by Lian’s threat to his wife, and
brought a bucket to him, from which tipped out molten metal
into shape castings. “I am sure she is aware of that.”
Lian let it go. His warning
had been heard. “I need you to make something for me.”
Inaki never slowed to wipe
the sweat away from his bronzed face. “A wedding ring?”
“A set.”
One push sent the bucket
careening away. Inaki crossed massive arms over his
barrel-like chest. “Ideas?”
“Yes.” Lian stepped closer
and gave a smile to the large creature. “This is what I was
thinking.” |
