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“Oh, um… is there something I can do for you, sir?”

Danterus could honestly not remember where he had seen the pretty young woman standing in front of him before that moment, and by the look on his face this fact was quite evident. The change of his expression can be equivocated to a machine starting up after the motor had seized for second, but when that second ended the young smith recognized the shorter woman from previous meetings. Unfortunately she seemed to recognize him while he could not even recall her name. Not Victoria…Scheherazade was the one assisting Father… Something like…Pandora? Besides hearing her name mentioned Danterus had not actually learned anything about her, or the fact that she was a mage.

An overly-embarrassed grin spread across his clean-shaven face whilst his right hand soared upwards to scratch the back of his head nervously. “Apologies Ms. Pandora, but please call me Danterus, Father is still the “sir” of the Forgefires.” By that time the cooler hallway air quickly reminded the young man of the fact that his shirt lay on the wall inside the training room, and blushing, he murmured an apology while expediently running to get his shirt. “Uhm… excuse me a second… Sorry about that miss. I didn’t mean to bother, but I was just looking for a sparring partner. Practice for the big fight huh?” It took only a second for the youth to pull the shirt over his unruly hair to cover his torso.

He was not sure of what part she played in their gambit, and she did not seem to be of the fighting kind by the looks of her frame, yet the fresh bruises discoloring the side of his face and arms were a sore reminder of his last sparring match. The sting had begun to die away, but the red marks had already begun fading to a purplish-blue color and they soon began to throb. Suddenly his stomach began to growl from lack of nourishment, and after glancing over his shoulder to an open window it seemed a good deal of the day had flown by without him even noticing, and his hunger was not likely to go away on its own.

“Uhm… Guess I shouldn’t have skipped lunch!” A seemingly fun idea crossed Danterus’ mind as the words left his mouth. “You haven’t dined yet have you? It’s just that if you weren’t busy we might be able to lunch together. I don’t believe I have formally introduced myself yet, but I am Danterus il Forgefire, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” He bent his large figure down in a half-bow with his right-hand placed on his left-waist and his left-hand reaching across his back so his palm could touch his right waist.