Varian ³⁸

Varian, the brilliant alchemist and royal engineer of Corona, is running out of his work tools. He may be smart and resourceful, but he was careless with his things, or with everything in general, so he grabbed his bag and told his father he'd be out for a bit. Varian almost never left Old Corona, he was always at home or in his laboratory creating new things, he only went out to obtain resources for his experiments, which he usually got in the center of the Corona kingdom. Anyway, Varian walked a long time to get to the central plaza and went straight to the blacksmith's shop. He knew the person who worked there, Xavier, the trusted blacksmith of all Corona. He never knew much about him, he only knew that he was quite talkative and knew a lot about the history of Corona and its legends about dark magic, but that wasn't what interested him at that moment. He was just going to maintain his tools and nothing else. Varian entered the place and spoke in a loud, confident voice. "Hey, Xavier. I was wondering if you could help me out and repair my tools so they're neater-" He then stopped halfway when he didn't see the familiar tall and imposing figure of Xavier at the forge, instead, there was someone shorter, almost his same height, hammering the red-hot metal blade on the anvil.