Glancing Logan up and down, he really didn't appear to look like a forger, but maybe tailor forgers looked different compared to blacksmith ones. After all, blacksmith forgers had to be muscular to hammer metal into place, but tailoring required precision, not strength.
"Just drop your…." Logan yawned, "Drop your crystals off here, I'll send it to you tomorrow."
Suddenly, a bunch of tiny robotic spiders crawled out of the crevasses, bringing a medium metallic box along with them. The spiders then coalesced into a table to lift the box up to waist level.
Erin took a good look at the box. Initially, she was skeptical, but with nothing else to do with the crystals, she opened up her shadow space, and dropped them inside.
The box then automatically closed, and the spiders took it away somewhere inside of the messy room. Satisfied, Logan nodded approvingly, before promptly plopping onto bed. The moment he was horizontal, he was already snoring.
