Vrael pounded strike after strike into the glowing metal, sparks rose into the dark dawn, illuminating the darkness within the forge briefly. The shriek of metal filled his ears, muffled only by thin cotton earplugs. He paused, the bands of steel had yet to be fully complete, two of the three bars of steel were complete. As his master had stated blatantly before, "<span style="font-style: italic">metalworking is not forging tools of brutality and war, rather it was and art of patience, skill, and elegance</span>."<br/><br/>Vrael smiled slightly as he watched the metal return to a bright glow over the cheery flames. He nodded silently and smashed the hammer onto the crude and rough metallic bar, embers rising, obscuring his vision. He murmured a soft incantation, the metal's glow changed from orange to ghostly blue. He released the magic, tendrils of strength breaking off as the metal returned to its original orange glow.<br/><br/>The elf briefly nodded in satisfaction as the metal cooled and revealed itself as a blue-ish metal with a slight glow from the metal itself. "And that,"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>"-Is the beauty of magic." Puppeteer dropped a stuffed doll on the table. He picked up a handful of cotton, putting the end of a thread into the hand of cotton.<span style="font-style: italic">Incancentias, Kinectus Spiritus!</span>The thread drew itself from its spool, unwinding and wrapping itself around the ball of cotton. The brown thread covered every exposed side of the ball of cotton, forming the shape of a stuffed dragon which Puppeteer threw into the light of a small fire.<br/><br/>Reaching into his robes, Puppeteer picked out two of the scales carefully, blue flames beneath the cauldron reflecting on their surfaces. He dropped them into a brass tray, breaking off half of a scale and dropping it into the glowing liquid within the cauldron. He removed his mask and placed it onto its stand. The mixture changed from luminescent green to angry red. Puppeteer's features lit up in a smile and he dropped the dragon-shaped doll into the mixture, using the spoon to submerge it fully. He smiled, looking back at a pile of discarded dolls behind him.