Pops supervised the apprentices and Journeymen for a few hours, as there were no orders for Master crafted weapons at the moment, and then went to collect lunch for himself and Dominic, who was still mumbling about spears in his sleep.
The lucky oil bucket in question was sitting next to the forge in his room, still laden with mana and suspiciously shiny. Pops kneeled next to the bucket for a closer look and realized that he had dumped a bit of core dust into the oil for added effects, and then included some of his own mana to improve the efficiency.
It was a devious measure that he wasn't sure even the old armourer had fully appreciated.
"Dominic, wake up, it's time for work." Pops shouted from right beside his bed.
"Five more minutes, I paid for the full night." he mumbled as he snuggled deeper into his pillow.
"They're going to take your oil bucket if you don't get up." Pops tried.
