Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5290299-20140929212528/@comment-24296957-20141010135134

The man placed the sword on the table - a massive weapon, the blade nearly as tall as he was. Some called it a showy displayed. Some called it overkill. He called it getting the job done.

"This.  My pride and joy, thought she could use a turn on the grinding wheel.  It's been a while for her."

Amet took a few moments to look at the boy in the forge as he approached him, noticing the sound of applause from somewhere other than the arena - the announcer declairing victory. He must've been listening to the broadcast.

"Tch," Amet mumbled, "I told you to watch you sides.  But you also forgot to read the intentions of others, fighter."

But Amet also had intentions with this blacksmith. Somehow, he intruged him. What was a boy like this doing in a place like this? And if he were an apprentice, why were his wares of such good quality?

"So, what do you say?"