XIVWithin two weeks Finn had mastered the art of constructing the valves. He still wasn't as quick as the older artificers, the woman who had trained him and whose name he still didn't know, but his hands had learned all the necessary movements and he no longer had to think about what he was doing. The work had become boring and the long days in the Valve Hall with its thick muggy air wearied him to exhaustion each evening. At least calluses had formed on his fingers and he no longer felt any pain as he worked.
Also, despite the cramping pain in his neck and back as he bent over the table, he found he almost enjoyed the work. He was, at least, safe there from the taunts and blows of Graves and the others. There was order there and a sort of peace. He could spend hours with his own thought
