Corpse Run
"Not that we're suspicious," Jacob said.
"But we're suspicious," Hasan interjected.
"We're concerned about what she's up to, and whether she's being influenced," Jacob said. Hasan cut the gas flow, and after an audible pop, the room was quiet again.
"I've been studying metallurgy since the 10th century," Hasan said. "And Eversteel for more than a decade. She dropped the formula in my hand like it was her pocket lint. It was written on a post-it note for chrissakes. And from what I can tell, she doesn't even own a forge."
"And now here we are, using our very first batch to make... Whatever this is," Jacob said, stepping away from the mold while Hasan fished a massive crucible out of the forge with a long pair of oversized tongs. The crucible was glowing from the heat, and Liam could feel warmth on his face clear across the room. "Given the origins of the material, you can understand why we're apprehensive about it being used in some kind of magic."
"I'm not saying we need to turn on her or nothin'," Hasan said. "Not yet, at any rate. But keep an eye on her, and who she's talking to. And if you catch her making any overtures towards releasing that thing in the ruins, we know you'll handle it." He carefully poured the glowing liquid metal into the molds, and the sand began to smoke and burn. The glowing faded as the metal began to cool.