Suddenly I feel the refreshingly cool morning air, leaking in from the cracks in the ceiling. It's that special damp air that you feel when the dew of the night is still sitting on the leaves, and the sunlight has lit the sky, but not enough to heat it.

I realize why I am awake. The book wants me to hunt for bones, so I can finish my suit of armor. I suppose if it's this insistent that I finish the armor, I might as well play along.

I get out of bed promptly. Judging from the air, I will probably have two hours before sunrise.

I sharpen my sword and stock up on food in my satchel. I think back on the last time I fought Skeletons. It was about two weeks ago. I rehearse a few sword moves and strafes that I remember suited me well in those fights. Then I carefully open the door and head down the road into the forest.

I look out carefully for formidable Creepers and Endermen, which I do not have much experience fighting and am not well equipped to deal with. Occasionally a Zombie or a Spider will run up to me, which I must quickly but carefully slay. I search for lone Skeletons and try to ambush them, strafing behind them to avoid their deadly arrows. At one moment I stumble over the rocky earth, and a Skeleton manages to shoot an arrow at my chest. I expect it to pierce the leather, but the arrow instead bounces off of the bone, which I forgot was there.

I am pleasantly surprised that the chest plate protects me so well from arrows. The leather also seems to have shrunk from yesterday's sun, leaving a small gap of air for my chest to breathe. The book was right all along. This chest plate suits me well, and I plan to wear a full set of the armor for a long time to come. I will have to tell the townsfolk of my success with this new armor. It will be exciting news to them, considering that iron deposits in the mine are running thin.

Sunrise comes upon the forest. Burning Skeletons in the distance flee under the trees, some collapsing before they find cover. I warily sprint through the trees, picking up bones where I find them, and return to the village with a satchel bloated with bones.

It is seven-thirty in the village, and the night guards are taking their final morning rounds, well-armored and armed with sword and bow. One tan-faced guard named Dameric waves at me on my way back up to my house.

In the foyer, I pour the bones out onto the crafting bench and lay them out to count. There should be enough to complete the armor with some left over, if I use about the same amount I did for the shirt.

I open my chest and take out the leather, and set it out on the crafting bench to begin working.

The crafting bench is a finicky device. You'd think such a simple man-made object would be easy to explain. Ages of research have passed as people have tried to understand how it works, with little success. We don't know much about it except that some crafting recipes work with it and some don't. It's easy to assemble any sort of object without the use of a crafting bench, but the crafting bench imbues recipes it favors with a special energy. No matter how much we try to create new technologies, or invent better tools, they always seem to shatter almost immediately, or simply not function, unless they have been created with the crafting bench. It's strange that I stumbled across a recipe so easily.

But at this point I only know how to craft the shirt. How am I supposed to craft a full set armor I don't know the recipe for?

I take the book out of my back pocket, hoping for answers.

I may be able to read your mind, but I am by no means all-knowing.

I cannot simply tell you what the recipe is. I can only tell you where to look for it.

The ability to craft the armor lies inside of you.

You are a skilled crafter. Persevere, and you will prevail.