The smith Nonac was a firm believer in the Eternal Way of the Elves, that this life and possibly the reincarnated next offered a path to godhood for one who continually built their knowledge and their skills.

It happened that he lived in a settlement with many mules, half-elves, who followed the Sepulcher of the Creator and disdained the Eternal Way as “haughty elves worshipping themselves.” As such, they came before him once, when Nonac was tempering a fine blade on commission.

“Tell us, O Nonac Elf-Smith, what use would sword-making be to a god? For if you worship yourself in the way of your people, surely your godhood will be beyond weapons.”

To this, Nonac replied: “A weapon is but a tool, and I am practiced in making many a tool.”

But the mules would not be swayed so easily. “What use has a god for tools, then?”

“You describe yourselves as ‘tools of the Creator,’ so perhaps you can elighten me as well,” Nonac said.

This remark was poorly recieved, and several of the mules drew blades of their own. Nonac easily turned them aside with his newly-smithed sword.

“I know not what weapons a god needs, nor what tools,” said he as he dashed the weapons from the mules’ hands. “But whatever they be, they must be made with care and used with practice. And thus I make with care and use with practice. These are virtues in gods as well as mortals.”

The sword Nonac worked upon was deeply notched by the encounter, and it can still be found in the royal armory of Pexate to this day, a testament to its craft and its value as an embodiment of the Eternal Way.

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