Bill of Materials

"Listen closely, girl," Baskev began, his voice deep and authoritative as he hammered a glowing piece of metal on the anvil. Sparks danced around him, illuminating the cramped forge perched atop the mountain. "If you want me to craft those skeletons for your homunculi, you'll need more than promises and smooth talk."

Scarlet, arms crossed and an expression of calm determination on her face, watched the dwarf as he worked. The heat of the forge was almost suffocating, but she showed no sign of discomfort. She was here to get what she wanted, and nothing would deter her.

"Tell me what you need, Baskev," she replied, her voice steady. "I can get anything."

The dwarf stopped hammering, looked up at her, and grunted. "Confidence is good, but I need results. First, I'll need celestial steel as the base. Nothing less. It's strong, flexible, and imbued with magical properties. Perfect for the kind of bodies you're planning to create."