Liam was at his small shop in the community of New Chicago. He was a blacksmith and enchanter by trade; same as his father once was. The shack was much lonelier now that Samuel was gone. He owed that man his life. He took Liam in when he had nowhere to go. He wanted to pay him back, but now he was never going to get the chance. He sighed to himself, placing his newly formed sword on the enchanting table. He focused on the blade, running his fingers over it as he spoke in a language unfamiliar to most. The black steel of the blade began to glow. He was imbuing it with the power of the sun. This blade was commissioned by a vampire hunter. Paid a pretty penny in advance to have it done in a single day. Was going to pay even more when he comes to pick it up.