<span style="color: #0040BF">Simon grinned from ear to ear, "Sure thing, Ingirun." he said nervously. He took the knife, he tried to keep steady as he worked. He wanted to make conversation but was very nervous. "So, Uh, How have you been." He scrunched his face realizing how stupid it sounded when he spoke. </span><br/><br/>Tasia wanted to go to Oosdorf so badly she could not stand it. She wanted to know what the hell was going on. But first she wanted to see the cave drawing. She planned to sneak to the caves and examine the drawings herself. She quickly got up and headed to the mines below the village As she passed the smithy she saw a girl talking to Simon. She smiled, "That a boy, Simon. What ever you do, don't say something stupid." She stuck past so as not to disturb them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">Simon worked tediously on the knife. Its blade was delicate, much more fragile than that of a sword or knife. None the less he could fix it. He carefully sculpted the blade, and once he finished he dunked it into cold water in order to set the metal. He polished and sharpened it as well. "Here you are. All done and good as new." He smiled at her making eye contact. All the while he hoped his glasses wouldn't fog. He handed the knife back to her.</span>