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Soron looked at his new blade, fresh of the forge. To a city smith, it would look like a tribal's blade, but to Soron, he thought it was a thing of beauty. The blade consisted of a wooden handle and guard wrapped in leather, and a wooden blade with a strip of sharpened iron acting as the actual cutting tool. Of course, when you don't have much iron or steel, it is the creative use of it that forms the beauty, not the symbols molded into it, or other city smiths' ways. Besides, it was better than Soron's training blade, if he should actually need to use it.

Next on the anvil was an ax from a woodsman staying at the camp not far from the ruins. He had dropped it quite some distance, where the head and handle smashed on a rock. Getting a new handle was like finding a stone in the ruins, but getting the head on right was the real task. Making a new head simply consisted of melting down the old one and forging the iron into a new ax head.