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::tempist walked into his room, looking around for materals. he had forgotten somthing very important.... after finding enough iron, he put it into the melting pot so it would be usable. he then closed the door to the room, so no one could see into the forge. there was the near constant hammering and gringind, interuped by breif moments of silence from when he rested. after a few hours, the door to his forge burst open, letting out the smoke that was building in the room. after the vapors cleared, tempist sat down with his new creation, a knife. it was nothing too out of the ordinary, only about a foot in lenth total. it was dull for now, but when he was ready it would be like a razor's edge. its handle was wodden, with a leather wrap around it for comfort. he took out his small engraving knife, and began to draw. it was not the usial spiraling patterns, like most of his blades, but an image of a girl. the maiden of silence. after a half hour passed, he finished the engraving, and began to sharpen it. at first he used a file, grinding an edge onto it. then he took out a stone, and began to hone the blade to an extreme sharpness. he took out a small peice of paper, and gently pressed the blade into it. it left a slash in the paper, showing that it was now sharp enough. with that, he placed the blade on the table in the side of the room, and began to fashon a sheath for it. soon after, he sheathed the new blade, and set out to find a friend of his....::
::after a few minites of wandering, he found eve siren's quaters. he knocked on the door, wondering if she was home::
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