<strong>Name:</strong>Dvalin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Seras and Illyria<br/><hr/><br/>Dvalin smiled and took the manticore horn and walked over to his anvil, he opened his inventory and found some other materials, for the first time ever filling the material list. He grasped the maul and lifted it up, bringing it down on the anvil, the forging progression took a leap and then another as he struck. After 10 minutes the blade was done and he held it up "<strong>Interesting</strong>" he said with a curious look "<strong>This is very, very interesting</strong>" He said as he looked at Seras "<strong>I think you should contact your buddies at MMOstream...</strong>" He smiled proudly "<strong>I just forged another piece of Ancestral class gear</strong>" He held up the blade and the name popped up<strong>&lt;&lt;Vahliin,  fang of the Imps&gt;&gt; </strong>he handed the weapon over to Seras "<strong>here dude, take good care of it</strong>" he said with a smile, before taking the stuff the two of them needed repaired "<strong>dude! I'm hosting a party for the guild tomorrow, you in? mom and dad left earlier today!</strong>" he said with a smile "<strong>They're all coming</strong>" he looked at Illyria "<strong>Well... You know... we're not that scary out of this space</strong>" he said, holding his hands out