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Hawke watched the guy leave, the smile never really leaving his face. It wasn't that he ripped the guy off - that was the price intended - but instead that he was assuming that that guy was going into the tamer league. The only time that Hawke could use his entire mind efficiently to read people was in his shop. Every where else, he was only good at getting jobs done, not reading how to do it. That was for the mages and Tamers to do, not a Fighter. They just went in, did the deed, and left as fast as they came, like an assassin of blunt force. Hawke laughed lightly at his own joke, remembering the sword in is mind. If he ever had to fight that guy, he would have the advantage, since he knew the specs of the sword.

It was a very nice sword, and the magical content was fairly dense and compressed, which made it like a mini tank. The only problem was that unlike a tank, it wasn't as durable in combat. He didn't understand how magic worked much, or how to even use it, but he knew how to get things done and think on the fly. That would be enough. Precision force would do the rest, as was trained to fighters and army members: Hit fast, hit hard, and don't care about who sees you. Get the job done, and leave.

Hawke closed up shop, turning off the lights and such. Velox turned off some of the lights as well, but mostly just sat there and watched. Hawke surveyed the shop one last time before locking up the doors and turning of the final light. He walked back through the door next to the vault - which Velox conveniently locked for him - which lead to his house. You could access his house from the outside, since it was needed so they didn't have to go through 3 doors to get into their own house. However, this one was locked up tighter, and Hawke hated having to use it.

He walked to his room and sat down on his yoga mat, ready for tonight's session. He started with some stretches, easily touching his wrists to the floor when most struggled to touch their own feet. As he stretched, he kept his mind blank: He didn't need to think, just relax.