Tebonai gave a final warning to Kaede: "I don't think lord Vosphel believes you. Not sure what he's going to do, but do stay on your toes."
Kaede waved at him with his arm stump while leaving the infirmary. He walked past Gaell who was mopping the blood in the hallway, while some adventurers loudly discussed the recent events. Probably. That's what he would have liked to think, at the very least.

A short walk in the bustling streets of Rith washed off his lungs all the smell of irony blood he had to endure, which is something he didn't notice until he tasted fresh air. Eventually, he walked into the workshop Tebonai recommended, and greeted the blacksmith at work. The man was a drippy dwarf, if such thing can be imagined.
"Voört here, what is me going to do for yo?"
Kaede wasted no time being weird or awkward to a man whose race he had never met, resolving to suppress all of his weirdness and treating Voört like anyone else: "I need a furnace for refining pills. It has to be small with a perfectly spherical chamber of 25 centimeters diameter, the thickness of a tael, four seals, no yap and detachable legs."
The dwarf scratched his eye, and asked "Material?"
"Bronze."
Voört smirked. "Yo'll be parting round a thousan gold, can yo afford?"
He couldn't.
"Wrought iron it is, then." anticipated the dwarf while grabbing something below the counter and lifting it up. It was a simple ball, unadorned and a tad on the large side. For the most part it was exactly what Kaede asked.
"How..."
"That's what me wonders. How didyo come up with me same designe?"

Before leaving, Kaede bowed down respectfully to a man of deep ingenuity. If alchemy was to be practiced by dwarves, Voört would be nothing short of a master of the craft. It was called polygenesis: two unrelated people coming up with the same idea.
With his mind still absorbed in such thoughts, Kaede ran into two hooded cultivators waiting for him just outside the workshop.
"Oh? If it isn't the F-ranker Caedith. As you might imagine, lord Vosphel is waiting for you."