Blacksmith: Welcome, Rusted One... Speak unto me thine heart's desires...
Jaune: ...I tire of my constant struggles. I desire your hand in marriage.
Blacksmith: Very well, then touch th-
Blacksmith: ...
Blacksmith: R-Rusted One, what of thine duties? And mine as well...
Jaune: Given to us by whom?
Blacksmith: ...
Jaune: ...Since I've arrived to this strange, new world, I have perished countless times. It never gets easier, and there are far too many instances in which I had nearly given up. And in such instances, I have asked what many have asked in my position; "Why?"
Jaune: I no longer care for the people of this land, both noble and mundane. The only thought that spurred me onwards each time... was being able to return to your forge, and to see you once again.
Blacksmith: ...















