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[It takes him a moment to remember that voice. It's the queen. The damned dragon queen herself, wanting to come and see his work. It seemed like a folly to allow it. Certainly no queen would truly want to see his wares. But who was he to deny her? It was not his forge and even if he was, he could hardly forbid it. But if he did allow her, what would that mean?

He chose the safest course and left the choice to her.]

If it pleases, your grace. I've not much to show yet.

[A sword he intended to abandon for another and the start of a helmet. It did him little credit.]