These notes are found along with some emerald dust.
Dal diario
- Damn hunk of metal. A week sweating with bellows and forge and, what do you know, there's Tor'haerne, shining in my hands... and then there it goes, cracking into shards with the first practice strike. Must've botched something in the allow composition or cooled it too fast after forging. Hard to say. Just gotta try again, I guess, but not here, because Vesemir's already badgering me with his blasted words of wisdom. Should've known asking his advice was opening a bottomless can of worms... Don't know how Geralt puts up with that without going the rest of the way crazy.