"Miss, let's take shelter over there for a while."
Heidlin came up behind Valentina and took hold of her wheelchair, wanting to move her away, but she just kept her eye on Fisher's carving movements, reaching out gently with her hand to indicate "No need."
Balzac, who had been ready to leap away, saw that the rest of his companions weren't leaving, and felt embarrassed to go by himself. So, he stiffened his resolve and sat back down where he had been, forcing himself to stay utterly still.
But now, his buttocks' muscles were tensed, ready to leap away and flee at the first sign of anything amiss.
Fisher took a deep breath, then rapidly entered the zone and began his engraving.
In fact, Helldor's concerns were valid. The skills to forge relics had been lost, and no one knew the specific attributes or current status of each relic.
