Eisen sat down on one of the chairs that were brought out, in front of the tent that was built for him earlier. He wasn't sitting underneath it because he wanted to enjoy the view from here. He didn't have a lot of chances to simply stargaze lately, so a moment like this was as good as any.
The bright constellations were shining down onto the camp, onto the laughing soldiers are they were relaxing before they were going to head to bed. The old man leaned back and took a sip of his drink, before glancing at the people near him.
Some of the kids from the Nomad Giants' wandering town had come out here out of curiosity, and were currently playing with Sal, Caria and Melissa. Sal was spinning some iridescent threads around the area, forming small magic circles. Once activated, they created small balls of light that were floating around the area.
One of the other kids was curiously looking at the hive-pattenrs on Melissa's arms, while Caria was just tolling around with some of the other kids, as energetic as ever. That was when one of the kids came up to Eisen, "You look like my pappy."
The old man raised his brow, "Do I?"
The child nodded, "Yeah, but your beard is a lot longer! And more gray!"
Eisen chuckled, "Well, there's a good chance I'm a little bit older than your pappy, so I've had all the time in the world to let it get this gray."
"How old are you?" The child curiously asked, and as she did, some of the others came up too, "Hmm... how old do you think?"
One of the boys quickly replied, "My grandpa is eight hundred years old! But you look younger, so maybe seven hundred!"
"What? Only seven hundred? No, he said that he's older than my pappy, so he has to be at least nine hundred!"
The boy scoffed and shook his head, "Never, your pappy has wrinkles all over his body, but he doesn't, so he has to be younger, right?"
Surprised, the girl looked at Eisen and tilted her head, "That's true... Why don't you have wrinkles if you're that old?"
Eisen chuckled and leaned forward, so that the kids could get a better view, "It's not like I have none at all, don't you see?" he said, pointing at his crow's feet and the deep wrinkles on his forehead. It was true that his skin was a lot healther in this world than on earth, though even there his skin was getting tighter by the day.
But even so, when he ran his hands over his arms and face, Eisen could feel his loose, aged skin.
"At the end of the day, he's still technically a golem! Of course he's healthy!" Sigurd replied, rubbings its neck annoyedly, "Seriously, you have no idea what it feels like to have him jump and twist around like that... Whenever the dungeon's rank increases, the more connected I become with it, and Fafnir as well, so when he does things like that it's like I'm feeling whatever he's doing..."
Eisen raised a brow. That was interesting, Sigurd hadn't told him about that before. Though it did make sense; it knew everything that was going on inside and outside the dungeon after all, and when talking to some of the other Core Guardians, they described that phenomenon as as if the area they guarded really were their own body.
So it wasn't a far stretch to say that Sigurd and Fafnir would soon share a lot of senses.
Eisen smiled and placed his hand onto Sigurd's head before looking down at it, "Could you go get some materials from the dungeon's storage?"
Sigurd hid its disgruntled expression under its hair, and then just nodded, "Fine, what do you want?"
Eisen thought about it for a moment, and then took a look at the kids. He figured until tomorrow they would tell the other kids, and then might show off their new toys to even more... meaning that he would probably end up having to make something for most of the kids in this town.
"Bring me five A4 Cubes of Tier 2... no, Tier 3 magic stones. Two medium bags of silica and limestone... pick out six or seven containers of differently coloured pigments as well. Then twenty bars of Tier 3, low-carbon steel... and then...
for now, let's just go with a hundred of the 10-inch Ash Beech Cubes," Eisen told Sigurd, who quickly took mental note of the materials. They were curious, but first started getting everything that Eisen asked for out of the Dungeon. The old man quickly created some duplicates that helped him carry everything. Eisen smiled at the guardian, "Thanks. I'll show you what it is that I'm making later."
"You better!" it replied, as Eisen quickly made his way to the outskirts of the camp. He waved his hand and spread his magic over the area in front of him, creating a stone platform for him to stand on, and then quickly used his custom spells to create a magical workshop around him.
He figured that instead of setting up the portable workshop, he might as well work out here and enjoy the breeze and fresh air.
"Then let's get started," the old man whistled as he grabbed the first of the magic stone cubes, when two young men stepped onto the platform. It was Parc and Rouge, looking at the old man hopefully.
"Erm... we were wondering, could we..." Rouge half-stuttered, and Eisen smirked at the two of them, "You're my apprentices, so obviously. Sorry that I've been busy lately, let's work on some more things together on our way to the council."
Excited, the two friends looked at each other, and quickly placed their bags down onto the stone platform, putting on their own aprons and getting out their tools. Rouge used a bandana to tie up his messy hair, and Parc popped a piece of candy into his mouth.
"You two ready?" Eisen asked, and the apprentices excitedly nodded their heads. And with a smile, Eisen got to work, with his apprentices helping however they could.