"Master… Formation Master!" Thrain's voice trembled. "Such insight… such intuitive understanding of the sacred geometry of power… I have not seen its like in all my long years! These are not mere doodles; this is the work of a true master!"
Riku flushed. "Elder Thrain, please! Get up! I… I truly didn't do much. I just adjusted what felt a little off in your excellent designs. It was your foundation…"
But Thrain was already scrambling to his feet, his eyes blazing with a smith's fervent passion. "Nonsense! This changes everything!"
"I am not sure what exactly your modifications achieve, Master Riku. But I feel that the effects of these changes won't be small. Borin, the forges! I must try this immediately!"
He snatched up Riku's parchment. "Half an hour! Give me half an hour. I will be right back." And with that, he practically bolted from the room, Borin hurrying after him, shaking his head in bemused wonder.
