Once supper was on the way, I snuck off to the golem's cave.
There was a demon in there watching my printer, and I waved to the little man as I walked into the cavern.
"How are things going?" I asked, not expecting any kind of real answer. The Printer was an alien object to everyone in this world, so I didn't expect much.
The demon, a small impish man with fiery red eyes, glanced at me and then back at the printer. It made some unintelligible noises and shrugged its tiny shoulders, clearly not understanding the question.
Chuckling, I approached the printer and examined the progress. The layers were building up nicely, and the object was starting to take shape. It seemed like the printer was handling the magical materials of this world quite well.
As I waited, I decided to strike up a
