Shandara's Home

Not fully cognizant that Shandara is trying to keep her project practical, Bolten's bright demeanor deflates as she explains why none of those ideas are feasible. Bolten feels frustrated at himself rather than Shandara. There had to be an answer, but his mind was a complete blank in that respect.

He sits and waits out Shandara's tea sip in anticipation. When she finally answers, Bolten gives a low whistle of amazement. "Oh, is that all? Heh... Glad it's them and not me...," Bolten chuckles nervously.

When Shandara shuts down his inquiries about the gems, however, Bolten's face finally morphs into a scowl. The curious warmth is gone from his eyes and he adopts an air of cold professionalism. He sets down his teacup down on the table, the rest of its contents forgotten, and he leans forward with his elbows sitting on his knees. "I see... Well then, I will get right to the point. If I forge this sword for you, will you help me with carving the Ghost Crystal shards?"