Tunde spent the entire night in the lotus position, cycling till he slept off upright, his breath as calm as he was when awake. The sound of footsteps coming from the corridor woke him up, eyes snapping open as he cycled Ethra into his limbs, imbuing them. He was on his feet as elder Joran appeared, glancing upwards towards the ceiling.
“Well, he’s on time” he murmured.
“Who?” Tunde asked.
Joran gave no reply, leaving him alone as he climbed up the stairs, tapping the wall close to the entrance as runes lit up, the stone door opening up to reveal the presence of artificer Borus. The forgesmith made his way down into the underground chambers, his large frame stepping down the stairs as he turned his metallic gaze at Tunde, his metal arm glowing with the runes written on its surface.
“Greetings, young cub,” he said.
Tunde bowed at the waist.
“I greet the forgesmith” he replied solemnly.