Snippet #1639873

Locien puts on a cloak, though he doubted he'll need it cause he has his magic ring on, hiding his true ethnicity from the world and walks out of the shop, with the blade he made in hand. He goes out into the woods and starts to jog, he jogs right past the large oak tree, going through a few bushes and causing them to rustle on disturbance. He eventually reaches a valley a few yards behind the oak and he starts to test the blade on it's balance and speed.

"Hm." He said after pausing to think on it. "It seems to pass all the requirements. now for sharpness." He picks up a large piece of wood and tosses it into the Air and then he slices it in two and checks on the blade for any blemishes from the blow. He smiled brightly from seeing none and yells out excitedly. "Wonderful! This along with the others will fetch a grand price tomorrow! This is perfect! Haha! Oh, maybe I should head back to the shop now. Foster Father may be worried about me. But im not scared. I grew up in these woods. So why should I be afraid? not like I'll be caught out here by anyone." He starts to walk back through the way he came, disturbing the bushes again as he goes past the large oak.