The woman's face softened a little. "The small blue one with the hammer in it? I saw it bounce past my camp going back to the city."
"What a smart little thing for Slime."
Greg said, "That's Hammy," and he felt better. "He's on my team."
"Team for what?" The woman reached out her hand and helped Greg get up. He winced as the weight of his injured legs came down on him.
Greg said, "The Festival of Blacksmith Creation. I'm one of the blacksmiths who competes there until some asshole decides to sabotage my work."
"Oh, you're one of the blacksmiths?" The woman's eyebrows went up. "That really explains the trick with the fancy shield. That was some excellent work with magic."
"Did you make it yourself?"
"Yeah," Greg said, turning off the arm guard. "I only make things that are not weapons. Mostly useful things, of course."
