Alaric leaned back against the makeshift table, a thoughtful expression on his face as he listened to Tabitha, a commoner with an uncanny knack for intricate mechanisms, explain her idea for refining the focusing lens of the 'Celestial Fire Projector'. Her blonde hair, usually tied back in a practical bun, had come loose in her enthusiasm, framing her delicate features.
"If we were to introduce a series of minute, oscillating runes along the inner circumference," Tabitha suggested, her green eyes sparkling with excitement, "it might create a more concentrated and stable beam of holy fire, Master Steele. Less dissipation over longer distances."
"Oscillating runes… interesting," Alaric mused, stroking his chin. "What kind of frequency are you thinking, Tabitha?"