<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Here she is, sir. A well crafted blade for a swordsman of your stature."</span></span>Said a bulky man bearing quite the beard on his face. Handing Blake his sword, who smiled at the man, tossing the man his pay in a full purse of money.<br/><br/>"But this too much, sir. I only fixed your sword."<br/><br/>"You're right. But I've had that sword for a verrrry long time." Blake finally spoke. "It holds a place in my heart, so why not show my true gratitude?"<br/><br/>He smiled at the blacksmith's work as he walked out, running two fingers down the clear blade. It was a perfect fix. From only two halves of a sword to a complete work of art. "Fighting Nuvilos with a broken sword? How could that work?" He muttered to himself, slightly worried about if his sword could not be fixed at all. He would hate to go through the trouble of bonding with another weapon. Paying the thought no further mind, Blake slowly sheathed his sword. The moment the sheath engulfed the blade, shots were fired with quick succession. What was with all the commotion for? Did something happen?<br/><br/>It wasn't every day something out of the ordinary happens in town... And with his sword fixed... He could go for a fight. He made a curious smile as he placed his hand on the ground, his form vanishing from all sight. Following after the sounds, his eyes shot wide as he neared the source. Someone whose face, rather his or her body covered in many wrappings. A living mummy, one might say. On this person's tail, the local guards. A glance at the revolvers in hand, Blake could tell who was doing the shooting. But why was a good question. Was this person a fugitive of the law? Likely being arrested for some time the person likely didn't commit at all.<br/><br/>"If it were a monster, I could jump in and fight it. But this is more complicated... And that won't stop me from helping him or her out." Blake muttered to himself, watching everything from near a couple of barrels. After a moment, as the chase was nearing his location...  He kicked the barrels the moment the figure has passed by him, leaving the barrels to the soldiers. At the same time, a songbird's whistle sounded off. Likely it was meant for the fugitive, but as he had already interfered... Looking up to see another robed figure, faintly glimpsing him nod to the alleyway beneath him. He knew he doing something foolish... But he knew all too what an ungainly effort some of these soldiers put into chasing after innocents for no reason at all.