"Well we made a nice new route between here and Newubersuper... yeah," I replied. "And Uberbob defeated the ICE."
The icesmith nodded sagaciously. "I knew he had what it took to be an icesmith." He glanced behind me and noticed Uberbob's unconscous body lying tied-up in the snow. "Hey, isn't that him?"
"No. Tell me more about the ice tools you gave us."
"Well, they're made from quintuple reinforced titanium/mythric/magistitic ore. There are five chisels and five hammers. It is said that these were the very tools with which the universe was first chiselled."
I gave an impressed little whistle, but then remembered that he was pretty much insane and perhaps I shouldn't believe everything he told me. Even still, I asked him, "Do you have any tips for using them?"
"Tips?" he repeated. "Well, you put the sharp end of the chisel to the ice and hammer it in. It's just like driving in a railroad spike, or a mountain-climbing spike."
"Have you seen Scholar Sam around?" I asked, shifting one of my feet on top of the other so I wouldn't lose both of them to frostbite.
"Not since everything froze over," he answered, finishing off the ultimate pie with one huge bite. "But I've just been here at my icesmithy, so I wouldn't know where he was unless he was standing right in front of me."
Last edited by Dev; Nov 19, 2005 at 09:26 AM.
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