CH39

The next week was a dull blur for Ben. Falk left and Sonya finished his treatment, and Ben spent most of every day he had working on the cloak and preparing meals with Thera. While doing both things he was constantly looking at his card, waiting to catch his level going up to see if there was only any growth while he cooked, or if he would improve his job by working on enchantment as well. It didn’t take long to confirm his suspicions and convince himself that the Craftsman job considered enchanting a crafting skill.

Other than that passing the time wasn’t too bad, eventually Thera found herself bored of her books as well and started to come and chat with him while he worked, but it was still tedious. The days were blending together, and since he wasn’t leaving the house he had all but lost his sense of time.

Surely there had to be a better way than this? His teacher had mentioned there were others, but he hadn’t told Ben about them at all. Of course if there was a better option available he was sure that Falk would have done that instead of spending over a week making one of these stupid cloaks.

“Um, Ben,” Thera spoke up as these thoughts ran through his head. “Everything okay? You’re grimacing pretty hard.”

He took a break and felt his cheeks, he hadn’t realized how tensed up he had been. This must have been getting to him more than he thought.

“I’m fine, sorry. Just understanding why these things aren’t more common. There’s no way an average person could afford the amount of time and effort that goes into one of them after all. Any enchanter that would want to make one of these would probably make a lot more money just producing a bunch of smaller simpler things.”

“I’m sorry to put you through all this work.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s my fault I broke yours anyway. I’m just going to have to do something a lot more fun after this is done to blow off some steam.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do then?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

He thought about it for a moment before his stomach gurgles, alerting him it was time to cook something, but also giving him his answer. “Let’s go to every restaurant and food stall in town.”

“I have to come too?” She asked with a hint of surprise.

“Of course, you’ll have your cloak then so let’s eat till we puke.”

A small laugh escaped her while she considered his suggestion. “Okay sure, I’m getting pretty bored being cramped up in here myself, but need I remind you I won’t be able to see through the hood of this one?”

He gave a little shrug. “Then I’ll guide you. Anyway, speaking of food, I’m getting pretty hungry. Let’s cook something up. What are you feeling?

“How about the salad you made the other day?”

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“The cetail one? Sure we should still have the ingredients for it.”