Jonah walks along as he wonders about something else.

Now to find a smithy, or at least a place that will let me buy scrap metal. I should have asked that witch but I don't want to draw any more attention to myself.

"Excuse me," he said to a male Dwarf with brown eyes, hair, and beard. "Do you know if there's a smithy around someplace?"

"You're new here, aren't ya?" the Dwarf said gruffly.

"Yes," Jonah answered.

"Well, there's Hephaestus up there in the Tower of Babel," he said while directing Jonah's attention up to it.

Jonah grimaces.

"Gotta warn ya though," the Dwarf continues, "she charges an arm and a leg for her stuff."

"Ah, well, are there any other cheaper smithies around?" Jonah asked.

"There's Galger's just around the corner back the way you came," the Dwarf said. "But he don't make weapons or armour though."

"That's alright," Jonah assured. "So back behind me and around the corner?"

"Yes," the Dwarf said.

The Moon-scented Hunter retraces his steps and heads down another street. He looks for any place that looks like a smithy and soon hears repetitive clinking noises. He continues down the street and soon comes upon a grizzled man with white hair and a mustache hammering away at a forge. He stops to regard Jonah.

"Are you Galger?" Jonah asked.

"Yes I am."

"Do you sell scrap metal?" Jonah asked.

"Scrap metal?" Galger snickered. "Those who wanted it were crafting something for themselves or someone who mattered to them. And it is my source of income, so you're gonna have to pay for it."

"Can you at least show me what you got before I make a decision?" Jonah asked.

"Yeah, that I can do. Come with me," Galger said as he stands while putting his hammer down. "Hey, Renal!"

"Yes, master?" A young man with blue hair and eyes said upon running out.

"I'm gonna show this man some scrap metal to see if there's any to his liking. Look after the store for a moment."

"Sure thing," Renal saluted.

"So what kind of metal you looking for?" Galger asked.

"Tin," Jonah answered.

"Yeah, we got a bin full of the stuff."

Galger leads Jonah to the back of the store.

"Here we are," Galger said.

There are seven wooden bins each with a pile of scrap metal in them. They are all relatively small pieces and are each grouped in accordance to the type of metal they are.

"This is the tin," Galger pointed out.

The Moon-scented Hunter walks up to that bin in question and picks up a near rounded piece as wide as his own head. He stares at it for a moment, then looks down at the other probable pieces he could get.

"How much you want for this one?" Jonah asked while holding that piece aloft.

"That I'll let you have for . . . five hundred valis," Galger answered.

Jonah stares at him for a moment.

"It's a deal then," he finally answered in a tone of finality while putting the piece down, then takes out the money to count out the total and hands it to Galger.

"It's all yours," Galger said while gesturing as Jonah picks up the piece.

"Thank you and a good day to you," Jonah nodded, then turns to leave with the piece of tin in hand.

"That's a pretty nasty looking blade you got there," Galger said.

"Yes, it's great against monsters," Jonah answered.

"Is it Hephaestus made?" Galger asked.

"No, it's Workshop made."

Jonah leaves more urgently before Galger could ask. Upon leaving the smithy, the Good Hunter thinks about what to do next.

I'll head on back to Hestia and Bell's place. He thought. I don't know how Hestia is going to react to me making my bullets but I don't have a choice as I do not know of any other place I can make them properly. Hestia will probably object though.

That is when he realizes something.

Now just how do I get back to their place? I suppose I might have to-no, she might end up looking downing at any moment.

That is when he notices the Tower of Babel and snaps his fingers.

Yes, of course! That tower is this city's most prominent landmark with a street that encircles that entire place and other streets leading off from it.

Jonah heads off to the Tower of Babel. Upon arrival, he lines himself up with its entrance and turns to look around.

Now to find the street with the Guild on it. Ah, there it is.

He starts walking down that street, paying close attention to his surroundings. He passes the Guild and that skybridge next to it.

Now which way did I come with Bell? Jonah pondered while searching and walking. I recognise that street I walked with Bell.

And so it goes. Jonah continues walking down streets that he remembers having taken with Bell. Until . . .

"Ah, there we are!" Jonah said aloud upon arriving at the ruined church.

He enters and walks up to that door on the stage that leads to their actual home.

"Bell?! Hestia?! Are you home?!" Calling down the stairs.

But there is no answer.

Good! He thought with relief as he quickly enters and closes the door behind himself. Now to work!

Jonah searches for a passable workspace and settles on the table. He searches for various instruments that he could use, such as a mortar and pedestal, which he finds in a cabinet. He turns on the lamp for better lighting, takes out the ingredients to place by the metal, along with his tools; one of them being a bullet mould.

He starts undressing a bit, removing his bracers, gloves, the Saw Cleaver, belt sash, coat, greaves and boots. He next rolls up his sleeves and begins his work in earnest.

Normally the process to make bullets is a lot more difficult and complicated but due to having his tools arcaned, the process is made much easier. The bullet mold for one has the ability to cause tin to act like clay as he presses its shape out in the mold. His blood can harden quicksilver. When the gun is fired, its arcaning causes the shell casing to disintegrate as the quicksilver gets discharged.

He continues the process of mixing up the ingredients, pressing out the metal, putting in the proper mixture of ingredients, coaxing out the proper amount of quicksilver, then using a needle to prick his finger and add a drop of his blood to the quicksilver to harden it through.

The whole process takes between ten to fifteen minutes. Little by little, the number of bullets increases.

Then . . .

"Bell!" That muffled shrill childish voice sounded from up above through the floor boards.

"Ah, shit!" Jonah snarled a curse while glaring upward as he is attempting to work another portion of quicksilver into the bullet casing. He hears the pitter patter of feet hurrying toward the door. He is still like a statue for a moment, suppressing the urge to attempt to hide his work; save that there are too many things out.

The door opens.

"Bell, are you home?!"

Hestia comes down the stairs.

"Oh, it's you J-what are you doing?!" As she stomps over to loom over the Moon-scented Hunter.

"Let me just finish this first," Jonah grumbled while glaring up at the glaring Goddess and trying to stay as still as possible, "and I will be able to answer your questions. Quiet now. This is very delicate work."

Hestia grumbles and Jonah is able to go back to work coaxing the quicksilver out into that shell casing; made all the harder with Hestia glaring down at him from nearby.

"That's quicksilver, isn't it?" She asked while wincing.

"Yes," the Good Hunter answered curtly. "Now hush."

Again there is silence as Jonah continues coaxing the quicksilver into that shell casing. He breathes a sigh of relief once he gets a quantity in.

He glowers up at Hestia who continues to stare down at him arms akimbo.

"What? I was quiet," she protested.

Jonah lets out a sigh. No choice; have to bear her reaction. As he picks up the needle and pricks his finger once again.

"Why are you doing that?" Hestia winced.

Jonah carefully maneuvers his finger over the quicksliver in the bullet casing so that the drop of ichor can touch it. Hestia blinks while still staring back down at him in curiosity, of which the Good Hunter takes note of.

Strange, I would expect her to go into hysterics over this. He thought.

Jonah picks up the now smaller piece of tin and looks over his ingredients.

I think I have enough for one more. He thought.

And he goes through the process of creating the last bullet, all as Hestia watches.

"Now that you're finished," she said as he sets the last bullet aside. "What are those?"

"They're called, bullets," Jonah answered. "They're for the Hunter's Pistol."

Then gets up and goes over to his coat to put away the bullet press. He turns around to see Hestia now holding the needle.

"Hey, put that down," Jonah grumbled.

Hestia touches the tip and raises her forefinger to her lip. Her eyes widen as her irises shrink.

"That blood that was injected into your veins," she said. "It's ichor isn't it? Where did it come from?"

Jonah is silent.

"Goddess, Jonah?!" Bell called from up above.

"Down here!" Hestia called.

Bell comes downstairs.

"Goddess! Jonah! What's that smell?!" Upon catching the whiff of sulphur. Then faces them. "What's wrong? And what's all that on the table?"

"That blood that Jonah had injected into him is actually ichor," Hestia revealed. "I came back home and found him here making those things for that other weapon of his. Part of it involved using drops of his blood to harden the quicksilver he uses in them; except his blood is actually ichor. Well Jonah, did this Caryll get that ichor from one of those Great Ones?"

But Jonah is silent on this one.

"I see," Hestia said dryly. "Fine, I'll leave it alone. Wait a minute." She suddenly perked. "Jonah, if you once had normal blood and now have ichor flowing through your veins, doesn't that technically make you a god?"

Jonah thinks on that for a moment.

"I don't know," he answered.

"Anyway, I was wondering if either of you would like some lunch," Hestia said.

Both agreed, with Jonah cleaning up the mess he made on the table and pocketing all of his stuff. Afterwards, they are sitting down at that table eating potato poppers.

"There is something I want to ask you, Jonah," Hestia said.

"What is it?"

"Why do you have a smell about you that makes me think of the moon?" She asked.

"Describe it," Jonah asked, wanting to cover up the fact that he overheard her saying that to Bell last night.

"It's a cool, sweet, bloody smell," Hestia answered.

"It's funny you should ask me that because I have been called, the Moon-scented Hunter," Jonah finally answered. "But I don't really understand why; though in the Hunter's Dream, there was a large perpetually full moon up in its sky."

"We thought you had something to do with Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon," Bell said.

"Well I don't," Jonah said.

"I figured as much since she doesn't like men," Hestia said.

There is a moment of silence.

"Is there a library around here?" Jonah next asked.

"There are two in Orario," Bell answered. "The Guild Library and the Gnome Library. The Gnome Library has the most books but they charge a lot of money for access to it. The Guild Library is really your only option, unless you want to spend a lot of money."

"I'll use the Guild Library then because I want to study the lore of this world," Jonah answered.

"And I have an errand to run," Bell answered. "I'll go part of the way with you."

Jonah puts on his stuff.

"Well, we're off," Bell said. "See you this evening, Goddess."