Marian
*She thanked him gently, lowering her head as she entered. It was surprisingly spacious for a tent, but for what was inside it made sense to be. Elias wondered how Alde worked without the canvas catching fire, but she was sure she'd see that soon.*
Mike
*Honestly, Alde's secret was he was just, very, very careful, and he intentionally set up his little forge tent to be a bit higher and wider than the others, just incase of any sparks flying. In this case though, the forge wasn't even lit, so the danger was pretty low. Even now though, he made his way over to a small chest, and reached into it, to grab a whetstone.*

"I don't use the forge everyday, and maybe it was a bit silly to even think about buying one, but... Eventually, I plan to make things more permanent here."
Marian
"Planning ahead is always best. Honestly, I've been neglecting such plans..."
*Another chuckle, this one far more nervous. She accepted the stone graciously, settling on one of the rudimentary seats and beginning to work the edge of her blade.*
"Grandmother, forgive me... I can never maintain this like you must have..."
*She muttered under her breath, sounding more like a prayer than an apology to the fallen.*
Mike
*He laughed a little with a nod. As she laughed, though he noted the more nervous tone of it.*

"Here, let me show you what I learned from a blacksmith in a town awhile back. Had to go in to have my weapon sharpened once."

*He said, as he grabbed a stool, and sat by her. He gently took hold of her arms to guide her hands to sharpen it in a typically more proper manner, with a smile on his face.*

"Sometimes its all about the type of whetstone you use, some will sharpen the blade, but eat at its metal a lot more than others. Other times, its the way you use the whetsone. Or, least so far as I know. I've only started down the path of blacksmithing as it is."