@fatedforglcry
❝ What do you want? I’m busy here, ❞
He muttered but the weapon smith barely acknowledged that individual which strayed into the camp’s Dawn armory as he hammered the blade, sending hot sparks every which way trying to refine the strength of the katana. A bead of sweat ran down his face as he begrudgingly snapped his sharp gaze up to take in the form of the guest and/or customer.














