We stayed the night at the old gnome's abode. I spent most of it chipping away at the schematics we had found. They were crude and obviously unfinished, but I still could not find any reason as to why the old lady was unable to follow them. Especially since they were made by her partner in business and life.
But perhaps that was the reason. Perhaps she was unintentionally sabotaging herself every time she tried to craft the work, in an effort to hold on to the one thing her lost partner had left unfinished. For if it was finished, well... it would be too late now. As when I finished that thought, I snapped out of my trance. The weapon was done.
I am familiar with firearms, they were never my favorite, but the things I learned under Armsmaster Ulddon will always stay in my mind. That man is a true master, and I'm convinced he could teach even the little dragon how to forge a gun. But the weapon laying before me is different than any of the ones I've seen before. I've got no shot to test it out, but I am confident in my craftsmanship. Besides, firing this gun will surely wake everyone up. There should be a few hours left before the sun rises, time to get some rest.
I wonder what the old lady will think of it.