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Ishmael hadn't heard Max's comment or saw the brief falter in the ever present smile that she generally displayed, so he didn't have a off thought in his mind as he went to work at the forge, hammering away at the project that Sage had given him to do. It was making very good progress, all things considered, and hadn't proven anything he couldn't handle thus far. It was certainly unique material, and he was going to end up using most of it in the work at hand. But he would have a bit left over, which he would stash away for either modifying the weapon or adding some extra bite to another project he would work on in the future. All he knew was it was a pain in the ass to work with at the best of time, as he was still working on the various basic framework and large bits to the project. Of course Sage wanted something this complex, why he bothered humoring the son of the dead man's lord was beyond him. But here he was, still slaving away at the forge and anvil, hammering and forging each metal piece into its correct form. This was far from done after that, assembly would have to wait many moons. It was during a break between forgings that he noticed it was all but time to head to the mandatory arena match, and as usual, he was practically running late.

Scowling, Ishmael made sure a certain key was on his person and cleaned up briefly, brushing off the metal shavings from the rods, and left the cabin. He moved at a brisk walk, arriving at the arena in relatively short order. Lucas was there, practicing at one of the numerous dummies that were set up for people to attack. He spent as little time in the arena as humanly possible, he generally had more interesting or important things then playing warrior. One more reason he insisted on sticking with his weapon of choice, if you could call it that. The key itself grew into a full sized monkey wrench, and people had stopped laughing at it, despite its lack of elegance or reach. After giving several people severe concussions, they understood the brute force worked well for the boy. That, and it fit his rather lacking social graces, being rather blunt about things, and not terribly nice to boot. But he didn't head to any of the dummies to start smashing away at it with the wrench, instead finding a nice shady spot to relax for the time being. One more way he went about trying to get on Ethan's nerves, really. He observed Lucas training, and the entrance for the others he bothered to deal with on a regular basis.