The Blacksmith narrows her eyes at him, but Waverly jumps in before she can say anything else. "Please," she says. "My favorite uncle in the world just left me this."
She tips the box so the woman can see the skull inside. The Blacksmith steps forward, glance dropping to the skull, and sighs. "Curtis McCready," she says. "I shoulda known."
She turns and strides back into the workshop, gesturing for them to follow. "Hurry up."
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Date: 2023-02-02 06:29 pm (UTC)She tips the box so the woman can see the skull inside. The Blacksmith steps forward, glance dropping to the skull, and sighs. "Curtis McCready," she says. "I shoulda known."
She turns and strides back into the workshop, gesturing for them to follow. "Hurry up."