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Ariye nodded and went on to town- When she entered the town people were very quiet when seeing her. Almost like only her presence caused fear among the towns people. Especially because she carried a large scythe. But the people should know her already. She worked as a weaponsmith in this town and still owns her own shop. When she got to her shop, there was a banner on it saying: "Dont shop here! Demon owned!" Ariye removed her hood and tore the banner off the wall. Inside the shop she took her robe and dress off revealing a sleeveless black vest with belts and buckles that was fastened by straps from her abdomen all the way up her neck and a short black skirt. She went outside to her workshop and anvil which could be openly seen from the street. She grabbed her hammer and smelted some iron. She then folded the iron with her anger. The bursts against the iron made the ground shake and she folded the iron once per burst while a normal human needed hours to fold iron once. After some time she had folded the iron so much that she made a claymore durable and suitable enough for an orc general. She cleaned the sword and gave the sword a beautiful engraving. She believed weapons had souls and that because she created such a strong sword with anger and hate that it would be an evil sword suitable for a strong but troubled woman because of the beautiful engravings. Ariye came to her stand with the sword and offered it for sale.