"That's impossible!" Eira exclaimed. "You can't be a third-tier runesmith! You're only a second-ranker!"
"It's hardly impossible," Erik shrugged with a sly grin, enjoying her astonishment, "just uncommon. But such is the benefit of hard work, talent, and a capable teacher."
Back on Söl, Erik had spent one entire year learning to smith from an old man in a remote village that he and Elora had traveled through once.
The man himself wasn't anything particularly interesting, being just a third-rank Arcanist and a third-tier runesmith, which was far from an uncommon sight on a world like Söl that had awakened long ago.
Yet, Erik had enjoyed smithing even before he came to Söl, as he had helped his father operate the forge in the basement of their house in Frostvik, and he wanted to continue to learn.
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