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Alone at his room at the Zulkir's rest, Neffriel unrolled the thick furs which protected the Zinc crystals he had gathered from the caverns in Sestra. They were more brittle than the gemstones he cut during the long hours of his apprenticeship in Thay -- nevertheless, under his skilled and steady hands they were similarly reduced to shining faceted baubles which caught the light and shone with a glittering brilliance that would make the most skilled of jewlers blush in envy.
From the large wooden trunk he took a bundle of long-swords which he had gathered in ones and twos from various smiths in the valley to allay any suspicion of a large purchase. Swords that he had purchased himself while he under magical disguise least even one merchant remember his face.
He stripped from his thick robes, his thin frame now bare from the waist-up, and took a seat at the table carefully inlaying the infused crystals into the hilts and pommels of the weapons one by one. After many hours, he allowed himself a moment to admire his finished work before sealing them away and slipping off into the town under cover of spell towards the fortified walls of Mirakus.
From the large wooden trunk he took a bundle of long-swords which he had gathered in ones and twos from various smiths in the valley to allay any suspicion of a large purchase. Swords that he had purchased himself while he under magical disguise least even one merchant remember his face.
He stripped from his thick robes, his thin frame now bare from the waist-up, and took a seat at the table carefully inlaying the infused crystals into the hilts and pommels of the weapons one by one. After many hours, he allowed himself a moment to admire his finished work before sealing them away and slipping off into the town under cover of spell towards the fortified walls of Mirakus.