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Locien softly hums to himself as he finishes forging at least three blades and gets to work on polishing one of them. "Well I can't really complain about making weapons, I guess i do like making things. Hmmm I wonder if I can also fashion some good bows and arrows as well." he pauses to inspect the blade he is polishing. "Eh, it looks okay so far, I guess, I think I'll have a good time when I finally open up for business. I just gotta remember what Foster Father said. Wear the ring when in public. I guess that saves me, well a lot." He softly thinks to himself though. "I always wondered though who my family was, or if they are alive or not. Ildhrenion says he doesnt think so." He sighs as he thinks about the family he might never know and the mother that his foster father found dead on the road near the border. "What could've caused such a circumstance to me...?" he then looks at his sword and then he checks upstairs.

Ildhrenion seemed to be snoring on a chair, trying to rest from the walk they had since it was the night hour.

"Maybe as long as he's asleep I can sneak out and really test this sword out to insure its precise condition.... yeah I can do that."