Garus noticed the other members of the party walked out of their rooms after putting their things in order and met in the hallway. Garus hummed the note once more and the veil disintegrated.

  “We will talk more later,” Garus said. Nial nodded and Garus joined the others in the hallway.

  “If all of you are ready we can head over to meet Daedalus,” Prometheus says to the group.

  “Who is Daedalus?” Rijin asks.

  “The ship's blacksmith. He will be able to make any items or weapons we might need on our journey,” Prometheus answered. Xerxean blacksmiths are known the world over. They have some of the most unique methods for crafting metal in the world. Xerxean swords that have come up on the black market in Limgren often are sold very quickly and for incredibly high prices. It is a saying in most of the world that ‘the treasure of the desert is unbreakable’. Xerxean weapons also held multiple magical enchantments without being brittle, making their magical weapons the most powerful in the world. Garus has always found it ironic that a country considered primitive desert dwellers by most of the world created weapons of such innovation that even Midoku, the nation of magic, could not match them. The idea of getting gear made by a Xerxean blacksmith, and not just any blacksmith but the one on the ship of the heir to the country.

  The party walked down another flight of stairs and came to a large hallway similar to the one on the previous floor, however instead of many hallways there was only one spanning the ship that had rooms coming off of it rather than just doors.

  “Why does this floor only have one hallway of doors when the one above has many?” Qrow asked.

  Prometheus opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Rijin. “Magical objects can only hold so many enchantments. Since the ship is large it is able to hold a great many but when it comes down to it, the ship cannot hold enough magical energy to account for another floor like that and hold the other enchantments on it,” Rijin answered.

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  “Yes,” Prometheus said, “that is part of it, the other part is that many of these rooms focus on different kinds of magic. I call this the industry floor. Each room you see is dedicated to a different magical process. Forging magical weapons, creating potions, tinkering with arcane focuses, each room is already using such immense amounts of arcana that an enchantment to create a pocket dimension could not hold with everything else going on,” Prometheus answered.

  “So magic disrupts magic,” Garus was fascinated. His magic had always been innate from birth so the works of the arcane were foreign to him. Magic was more of a feeling to him than a process like many wizards or artificers understood it to be. All he had to do was sing and magic came to life around him.

  Prometheus took a second to answer, “In a way, yes. As far as we understand it magic is…jealous. It likes to be show off and be the prominent energy in the area for whatever spell it is creating. If more magical energy is there the magic almost competes with each other and dissipates. If a spell was used to create a pocket dimension for these rooms to exist in and then you had more advanced magical processes happening inside them it would cause the pocket dimension to collapse and the room would be cut off from existence.”

  Garus let out a big gulp, magic was more terrifying than he realized. He prepared more questions to ask but Prometheus was already moving on to the next part of the tour. Prometheus opened the door to the first room on the left and immediately a scalding heat was thrusters throughout the hallway. Garus’s wings felt heavy under the heat. The heat was so intense that he did not know if anyone could actually be in this room. The other members of the party seemed astonished by the heat as well, except for Varithorn, he seemed perfectly fine. When Garus was finally able to see into the room, all he could see was an intense furnace with a small jacked man with a long white beard and scars running all up and down his arms hammering at something on an anvil. Garus knew that this man had to be Daedelus.