By the time they finished the meticulous cleaning of the ovens, pots, and anvils, the team responsible for hauling wood had completed their task, and the three fast runners finally skidded into the yard.
They were panting, their faces flushed from the exertion, but they held the three storage rings aloft like trophies.
"Brilliant," William said, taking the rings and examining the contents. He nodded in satisfaction. The inventory was exactly as he had specified: piles of jagged Blue Frost ore and jars of thick, metallic Bronzed Silver Ant Wax.
"Now… what will we do?" Berry asked. She wasn't the only one feeling such intense curiosity; every youth in the vicinity had leaned in. They were committed to this madness now, whether they liked it or not, and their minds raced with theories about what kind of weapon could possibly require such strange ingredients.
