Alix's voice is calm, unhurried. "To tell you the truth… I don't really need anything."
Velkain raises a brow slightly. "No?"
Alix leans back slightly in the chair, resting an arm along the side. "Velira told me there's someone in Ironvale. A smith. She said he's capable of forging a Quasi Tier 6 weapon."
Velkain exhales through his nose. "Ah. So that's what you're after." He gives a short nod. "Are you planning to request something from him?"
"Yeah."
Velkain chuckles. "I thought so. Well, you're not wrong—he's a rare talent. One of the finest craftsmen I've ever met. But I'll be honest with you, Alix… he's not part of the clan."
Alix's gaze doesn't change. "That a problem?"
"Not exactly," Velkain says with a shrug. "But it means I can't order him around. Believe me—we've tried. We've offered him land, titles, a seat on the council. Man just shrugged and told us he doesn't to join any forces."
"Yet he's still here."