Vrael looked up from his work. So far, the man standing outside was the sixth person who had actually came down to the forge. The previous five had entered in to either watch him forge, which he had immediately stopped his work and sat on a bench and watched them or to forge tools or swords. All left disappointed. Now this person, from the moment he had stepped into the forge, he had been throwing out statements which made Vrael slightly confused initially before he decided to ignore him to the best of his ability and continue with his craft. Only as the man left, a single statement caught his attention.<span style="font-style: italic">A sword that can stab through steel or rock.</span><br/><br/>"Now that is an interesting concept. But then I would question why stone and steel? You're not thinking of cutting down a golem are you?" He placed a white-hot blade into a barrel of water, causing clouds of steam to rise from the surface of the water. "And even if you do not intend to answer those questions, answer this: Did you come here just to insult me and throw up insinuations and stereotype my race? I think not, you have something you wish to tell me. What is it?"