[ ...But it is like that, existing within his armor, that he remains in the smithy, standing beside the glowing, diminishing embers of the fire. Patience is an obligatory virtue for those who are cursed with undeath, and watching for coals to turn to ash is a tried and true practice. As she stalls, he merely waits.
He does not bid her to enter, but when she does at last, he will turn in her direction. ]
Greetings.
[ On the table are mock-ups of a sword, spear, crossbow, a shield, and what looks to be some sort of a barrel to a firearm, but it seems he is done working for the day. There is, also, her opened letter next to the weapons. ]
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He does not bid her to enter, but when she does at last, he will turn in her direction. ]
Greetings.
[ On the table are mock-ups of a sword, spear, crossbow, a shield, and what looks to be some sort of a barrel to a firearm, but it seems he is done working for the day. There is, also, her opened letter next to the weapons. ]