"Gara, the gnome who built the machine in the lab won't be available anytime soon," Ambar informed him as they walked together down the marble corridor of the Alchemist Association building. "He's busy fulfilling other commissions."
"I understand, Chief. That's only natural," Gara replied, not minding at all. "Anyone capable of building such complex machines must be a real genius."
"Oh, by the way," Ambar added, "he's actually the uncle of one of your classmates."
"My classmate? He's from the Forgearsly family, then?" Gara immediately guessed that Ambar was talking about Jett, the only gnome in his class.
Ambar nodded. "That's right. The Forgearslys are well-known for crafting intricate tools and devices for various associations. Honestly, they're probably the only family I know that still trying to creates weapons capable of fighting mist monsters."
Gara's head turned sharply toward her. "They build weapons that can fight mist monsters?"
