<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Across the city. </b></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><br/>
Eyes as grey as stormclouds blinked open slowly, adjusting to the darkness rapidly they flickered over to the door. Toned and hard worked legs slid over the side of the makeshift bed and after testing their frrt on the floor for a moment, walked over to the door where a piece of white linen had been gently eased underneath the bottom. A simple code with the innkeeper to signify when the sun had set and night had begun. <br/>
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Pulling a light cloth shirt over his torso Kengrii ran a worn hand through his coal black hair and scratched the edge of his beard, letting out a faint yawn as he tried to fully wake up. <br/>
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The tall Dvergar man strode across the small basement room and lifted a large leather flask from the crate he was using as a table for the time being, uncorking the skin he raised it to his lips and drank of the Dvergar liquor within. Cursing faintly at how empty his flask had gotten in the last few weeks he shook his head with a sigh before placing the flask back on the surface and dressing in the remainder of his nightly garb.<br/>
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No more than ten minutes and a fortune in Dvergar jewellery later the man strode into the main chamber of the inn where the nightly patrons were already well into their cups and evening's amusements. After a brief acknowledgement to the innkeeper Kengrii strode into the street and into the night.<br/>
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The Dvergar strode calmly down the street, he had made this journey every night for the last three weeks now, it had become second nature to him, he knew where to turn, where to avoid; and how to get to his destination as swiftly and easily as he could manage. <br/>
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His gaze flickered from the simple desert architecture, to the silk  awnings fluttering in the night breeze. weaving to the side to avoid some of the foot traffic that still bustled by even at the late hour he continued his walk. <br/>
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After a brief  time Kengrii's walk took him to his destination. The Dvergar entered the blacksmith's shop, nodding to the elder human male who was clearly just ending his own day wiping his soot-smeared face on a dirty white cloth and hanging up his apron. <br/>
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<b>"What's yer' order for tomorrow?"</b> The Dvergar's voice was deep, like the rumble of boulders tumbling in an avalanche, yet with a gentle edge and singsong accent that made it almost pleasant to hear<br/>
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Nodding faintly as the tired human merely gestured at a chalkboard  propped against the wall, Kengrii strode to the forge and took out his own smithing hammer, before beginning where the human had left off.<br/>
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Hammer struck heated metal and even in the bare simplicity of a horseshoe, a piece of art was begun. <br/>
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No more than an hour had passed before the Dvergar was interrupted. he looked up startled as the figure entered the room, a faint growl of shock escaping his lips before he cleared his throat and spoke<br/>
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<b>"What do yeh need?"</b> he spoke quickly, shocked by the break in his work and rhythm caused by the young elf in the entrance.<br/>
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<b> "I'm afraid th' owner's not here if you wanted him, Ah only work here on a night."</b></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>