"If the dark masters appeared now, things would change dramatically for them," she turned to look at William, who was madly producing tons of arrows without taking a moment of rest, "and you are waiting for such a moment, to interfere and save them."
"Bingo!" William muttered, before adding, "if you have time to breathe, why not help in melting down more ores? I have lots of yet to be processed ores, want some ovens?"
"I have what I need," Becky rolled her eyes, "can't you get satisfied by what you are doing? I can tell you made tens of thousands of these arrows!"
"Barely enough," he coughed, before adding, "not even close!"
"Fine!" she shrugged, "as if I have anything else to do anyway. Your working speed in handling the cleansed ores is slow anyway, let me help then."
"Want ores?" He didn't even spare her a glance, didn't even take out any rings to give her.
