8
The color drained from my face before my eyebrows crashed down. “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner!”
“I’m warning you now,” he pointed out as he removed the top from the lantern.
I watched as he clasped the box between both hands and held it over the exposed flame. “W-wait a sec! What are you doing? Won’t trying to burn it blow us up, too?”
“It’s possible, but I think you’ve already proven that it isn’t likely.”
“Comforting. . .” I mumbled as he swung the box back and forth over the flame. “So how is cooking the outside going to tell us who made it?”
“Some manufacturers hide their mark in the metal and only flame will reveal their name,” he explained.
I arched an eyebrow. “Then this isn’t lost technology yet?”
“No, merely rather tricky to create so there are few craftsman
