Sally
*Walking over to the workbench to carefully disassemble the blade.*

"Yes..." *He said with his back turned from Theron.* "It's a craft that I inherited through... Family— As for you, boy. Kal may no longer hold its former glory, but it once had the steel that can contend with any Silnarian blade."

*As he separated the blade from the hilt, Morwë took notice of a small inscription engraved 'Farid' along with an ancient rune, the mark of a smith.*
Al
"I suppose you could say that about any place... What matters is that it maintains such things. Thank you for giving me some wisdom on where to purchase finer weapons, however. Returning to my birthplace wouldn't be quite so bad, if it warrants such praise in it's armory."

*Theron gave the man a meek nod, if he even noticed, as it was good to know where he could gather finer tools if he ran dry... If he was desperate, possibly even returning to the supposed valmir. This encounter wasn't unpleasant, so even returning to a century long blacksmith wouldn't be a bad choice.*
Sally
*Instead of walking over to the grinding wheel as he should, the High Elf instead grabs for a grinding stone. The blade seemed too delicate to be sharpened by a large stone. It was there he fell to a silenced focus, paying his mind. For a short time, he took it upon him to reflect into deeper thought. He slowly sharpened the blade with the small stone, sharpening it with one careful swipe at a time.*

"You know..." *He began.* "As much as I sense an assuring quality to you. I get the feeling you're too cautious of me. On the surface, I see you try to display an aloof personality... Might I say that you don't play the believability very well."
Al
*Theron shrugged to himself. It takes experience to understand people, and this elf had lived at least over a century... So it was safe to assume he could guess when people did not feel well towards him.*

"I won't hide it from you if it's a bother... But I suppose you could see why I have done so. Fake names aren't the friend of the honest... And I've personally had negative encounters with such people."

*Theron leaned against the counter, continuing to look over at the elf as he carefully worked on the silver sword. A few uses of hawkeye let him see quite clearly how precisely the man did his work... Although he didn't want to put too much thought into it, as he had no finer experience in such acts.*
Sally
*Assembling the blade once more,* "Who said that I did?"

*As he puts the silver short sword together once more, he turned over and places it onto the counter. Morwë grabbed a rag and cleaned it the best he can.*

"Even if I did, there are far greater reasons to carry such a thing beyond criminality... All that is said is said, but it is truth that will be far from revealed."

*Morwë finished talking, keeping his gaze at the sword.*

"Don't tell Eínillainis this, but she paid more than she initially bargained for. Consider this repair paid for on the behalf of your friend."
Al
"Aye... I suppose I'll do that one thing for you, since you've done me several favors throughout this time."

*Theron sighed deeply within his head, finding out that sighing in your thoughts was somehow possible. Ein had been swindled... Maybe that was why she would always talk about not having enough silver for most things?*

"Forgive me for my suspicions, as you have your merits and I put my trust in those skills you've shown. What you do with those names of yours, is a decision I assume you made a long time ago... But take care in others that are quick to assume such as myself."

*Theron felt a bit more at ease, after seeing the man do something with... Passion? Possibly just great wisdom. It wouldn't hurt to attach more positives to a man who seemingly wanted to stay forgotten, he guessed.*
Sally
*As he wipes his hands with the rag, he gave Theron a small nod out of solidarity,* "I suggest you should tend to that strange girl of yours... If I remember it clearly, she has an affinity for booze. You might find her over at
Al
"I'll be off then. Good day to you, Valmir."

*Theron picked up his newly sharpened short-sword, looking it over... After a few seconds of giving it a good look, he sheathed it and left the store. ~~materializing at the inn~~*
Sally
"Aye..."

*The Elf returns to the Forge once more, having to continue his work.*