"And you hope to learn something of your missing wand at the Tinker's Room in Kolbyr?" Solus asked.
Tresslar shrugged. "No one at the Tinker's Room in Perhata had any news about my wand, but someone here in Kolbyr might. Whenever an artificer is unsure how to begin tackling a problem, we have a saying: 'Go to your room.' So that's what I'm doing."
"Are you sure the people there won't mind if we accompany you?" Hinto asked. "Neither Solus nor I are artificers."
"Don't worry," Tresslar said. "While outsiders aren't encouraged, they aren't forbidden." He then smiled at Solus. "In fact, I think you will be especially welcome, my bejeweled friend. Psiforged are extremely rare, and there's nothing artificers love better than seeing a magical device-or in your case, a construct-that they haven't encountered before."
They continued walking through Kolbyr, and though Tresslar had never been here before, he'd received directions from artificers in Perhata before setting sail for this side of the gulf, and after a short time the three companions stood before a domed building with a single wooden door hanging slightly askew on its hinges.
"This is it?" Hinto said, eyeing the building skeptically. "Kolbyr's artificers must not be very good if they can't fix a simple door."
"I told you, Tinker's Rooms aren't advertised," Tresslar said. "The door's state of disrepair is no doubt intended to help disguise the building's true nature." Which was possible, but it was equally possible-and Tresslar had to admit, more likely-that Kolbyr's artificers hadn't even noticed the door's condition. If there was nothing magical about the door, there wouldn't be anything about it to interest artificers. "But you don't have to take my word for it."
Tresslar removed his backpack, reached inside, and withdrew a small metal ring with a wooden handle attached. Tresslar held the device, which resembled a magnifying glass that had lost its lens, up to the stone wall to the right of the door. He moved the device slowly up and down until a golden light began to glow within the center of the ring. The glow grew brighter, and the illumination began to take on a distinct shape: a hand grasping a tool that looked like a small trident wrapped in a coil of wire.
"Behold the Tinker's Mark," Tresslar said. He held the revealer steady for a moment while he gazed upon the mark, his mind filling with fond memories of the many Tinker's Rooms he'd visited over the years-especially back when he'd been a young adventurer sailing on the Sea Star with Erdis Cai. Without a doubt, those had been the happiest days of his life, and he missed them.
Tresslar sensed he was being scrutinized, and he turned to see Solus looking at him, though it wasn't always easy to tell when warforged had their artificial eyes trained on you. He was certain Solus had been reading his thoughts, purposefully or not, and he turned away, embarrassed. He deactivated the revealer and the golden image of the Tinker's Mark winked out. Tresslar put the revealer away, slid his pack over his shoulders once again and, without looking at either of his companions, pushed open the door. The hinges creaked and the door wobbled, but it opened smoothly enough. Tresslar stepped inside without hesitation, and Solus and Hinto followed.
This was Tresslar's favorite part of entering a Tinker's Room: seeing what the outer chamber looked like. Tinker's Rooms always had a legitimate business as a front in order to conceal their true nature and to create a plausible reason why people-quite often strangers such as themselves-would be entering and leaving at all hours. In his time, Tresslar had seen Tinker's Rooms that had such wildly diverse disguises as a chandlers' shop, a garment merchant, and once even a taxidermist's. But this rivaled them all.
The outer chamber was set up as a shop, with a main counter and display shelves. But the wares for sale were like nothing Tresslar had ever seen before. At first he thought they were some sort of glass sculptures, but after a moment's inspection, he realized that the beautiful arrangements of translucent blue-green orbs were, in fact, structures created out of water bubbles. The bubbles were of various sizes, configurations, and hues, but the arrangements all had two things in common: the bubbles were frozen in space without any visible sign that anything was holding them up, and they were all set atop triangular jade bases. A number of the bubbles glowed with soft, gentle light, providing illumination for the room.
A beautiful woman in her late forties or early fifties emerged from a back room behind the counter. She had long flowing hair that was tinted blue and bereft of the usual beadwork favored by most Lhazaarites. Her dress-if that was the right word for her garment-was made from the same blue-green bubbles as the sculptures that filled the room, though hers were less translucent, providing only a suggestion of the body they concealed.
She took Tresslar's breath away. She was the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and considering how widely he'd traveled during his youth, that was saying something.
"It may be rude to read people's minds without permission," Solus said, "but if I'm not mistaken, it's equally rude to stare."
Tresslar felt his cheeks burn, and he knew he was blushing.
Hinto ignored the exchange between the artificer and the psiforged. He walked over to one of the displays and rose on his tiptoes, stretching out his hand to touch the nearest sculpture.
"Please don't," the woman behind the counter said. "Those are actual water bubbles harvested from the sea. The spells that keep them intact and in place are quite fragile. A single touch could well disrupt them and destroy the sculpture."
With an almost childlike expression of disappointment, the halfling lowered his hand and came back down on the flats of his feet.
The woman came around from behind the counter, moving with such easy grace that it seemed that she didn't so much walk as glided toward them.
"My name is Illyia," she said. "Are you art lovers? It may be immodest of me, but I daresay my sculptures are among the most unique objects to be found in the Principalities." Her voice was like the breaking of gentle surf upon a sandy beach.
A moment of silence passed before Tresslar realized everyone was waiting for him to speak, and when he did, his voice was huskier than usual. "Indeed, though the word I would use is spectacular."
Illyia smiled, and a mischievous gleam came into her eyes. "Are you speaking of my bubbles?"
Tresslar had to force himself to keep from gazing at the way her garment clung to her chest-and wondering if those bubbles would be "disrupted" by a single touch like those that comprised her sculptures. "Everything I see here is spectacular."
Hinto rolled his eyes. "You've spent too many years on Dreadhold, Tresslar. That line is as stale as decade-old sea rations."
Tresslar glared at the halfling, but Illyia continued smiling. "Just because something is… seasoned doesn't mean it's no longer good. Often, quite the opposite is true, wouldn't you say…?"
"Tresslar. And these are my companions, Hinto and Solus."
Illyia nodded briefly to the halfling, but she took her time regarding Solus. "We don't get many warforged here in Kolbyr, Solus, and I doubt we've ever had any quite like you."
Solus bowed his head. "I shall take that as a compliment."
Illyia's eyes twinkled. "Good, since that's how I meant it." She turned back to Tresslar. "So, you spent time on Dreadhold. You don't look like a hardened criminal, but then looks can be deceiving, can't they?"
Tresslar smiled. "I worked there as an artificer, helping to maintain the facility's magical wards and defenses."
Illyia hmphed. "You must've had your work cut out for you, then. The artificers of House Kundarak aren't exactly known for their attention to detail."