Around the time Axel, Eve, and Ria were visiting Roamer's dimension, after the girls left and Fenrir placed the ship back inside the inventory, she was left with nothing else to do.
Deciding to waste time in some way, Fenrir walked back to the dwarves, watching them work away hammering metals into weapons and armors.
And with the Hearthfire of Nidavellir's help, their crafting skills were rapidly catching up to the golden generations hundreds of years ago. But the closer they got, the farther it felt for them to close the gap.
As if there was something they were missing aside from the knowledge and skills contained in the Hearthfire. Some intangible thing that couldn't be inherited. Something that had to be lived.
"Miss Fenrir, here to observe again?"
One of the dwarves asked, seeing her familiar figure.
Upon getting spoken to, she almost scowled at him. However, through repeated visitation and practice, she could now hold her temper.
