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[axwielding]

[After being here for about nine days, Presea had finally settled down. Or had lost some of the uneasy that came with coming here. She'd gone out of her room a few times, but spend most of her time behind a locked door. It was about time to change that, after all she wouldn't get anything accomplished doing so.]

A blacksmith.

Is there one in town that would allow someone to use it's forge without working there. [Not that she'd mind doing so.] Or a forge that can be used by anyone.

[a beat]

Is there any work or help that a [she's not actually a kid, but since she looks like one.] child to do? I don't want to sit around doing nothing.

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[axwielding]

[a nod, not that she can see it.]

As with my friends. What type of weapons do your friends use?

[protosshaze]

Asbel and Richard use swords. Cheria uses knives. Pascal uses wands. Hubert says his weapon is a military secret.

[axwielding]

'A military secret?'

[protosshaze]

Yes. He's a commander in the military. The Captain was also in the military, but now he trains knights.

[axwielding]

Who is 'The Captain?'

[protosshaze]

He's another one of my friends. I call him Captain because that's his rank.

[axwielding]

Is his weapon also a military secret?

[protosshaze]

I think he calls them booomerang edges. They function as boomerangs, meaning they always return to him if he throws them. But they are also blades.

[axwielding]

Your world has interesting weapons. [not an insult, compliment really.]

[protosshaze]

Yes, it does.

[axwielding]

About the claws, did you want me to try making them?

[protosshaze]

I would like that, thank you.

[axwielding]

You will try to make the diagrams?

[because that'd really help.]

[protosshaze]

Yes. I will try.

[axwielding]

[a nod, not at she can hear it.]

Contact me once you do,..... [they didn't exchange names.]

[protosshaze]

Okay. My name is Sophie.

[axwielding]

Presea. I will be awaiting your diagram.

[protosshaze]

Okay. [just ignore the fact they're going to look like childish scribbles]

[axwielding]

Is there a certain metal you would want them made out of? [She'll get Lloyd to decipher it.]

[protosshaze]

Steel or iron would be fine.

[axwielding]

I will gather some steel than.

[protosshaze]

Thank you, Presea.

[axwielding]

Do not thank me until I have made it.

[protosshaze]

Okay.