"…alright, let me see."
Fiona had barely placed her hands on the shield when the forge door opened again, and several more bulky cadets came filing inside.
"Lady Fiona! These shields are fucking incredible!"
"Mine saved my ass today! I should be dead!"
"How the hell did you even make something this strong?!"
"Lady Fiona, mine got smashed! Fix it! Actually, make it stronger too!"
"Oi! Get in line! I was here first!"
"Bullshit! Lady Fiona looked at me first!"
"She spoke to me first! Me and Lady Fiona have a bond now!"
"A bond?! She told you to get in line, you fucking idiot!"
Praise quickly turned into arguments as the Hartvains began shoving past one another, each trying to get Fiona to repair or improve their shield first.
Fiona stood frozen in the middle of the commotion, looking from one excited face to another as though she couldn't quite believe what was happening.
'They all came here… because they liked my shields?'
