<strong>Name:</strong>Seras<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aincrad 4th floor Davlin's smithy<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Davlin, Illyria<br/><hr/><br/>Seras took a deep breath as the teleport gate ported him into the 4th floor of Aincrad, memories of the thousands of players of SAO flooded back to him as he looked about at the new inhabitants of the floating castle. Everything was the same, except for the wings and brighter colors, and yet the nostalgia was only hindered by the fear that still lingered in Seras as he stood motionless at the gate of the scenic town. As a Salamander strode by, minding his own business, Seras grasped the hilt of his sword at his hip as if to draw it before regaining his composure. "That's behind you... Relax..." he told himself, opening his messages before him to reread one of his few true friend's messages.<br/><br/>Dvalin had set up his shop on the 4th floor back when Aincrad was still the setting of the Death Game, Sword Art Online, and it became a regular hangout for the front line fighter commonly called the Indigo Edge. Sure, Seras had plenty of people on his friends list that he had helped level or joined on raids for his DPS, but Dvalin was one of the few people online that understood why Seras did what he did. It was a friendship the two had worked hard to foster, and one that Seras greatly cherished.<br/><br/>Walking up to the shop with an almost spectral silence, Seras stood silently in the doorway while Dvalin explained the situation to Illyria, all the while admiring the work of his blacksmith friend. The only time he broke his silence was when Illyria realized she broke the Leprechaun's door just about every time she entered, a hearty laugh erupting from his lithe frame. Resettling his glasses upon his nose, he shook his head before entering the store proper, "Yes you do, and I'm sorry I'm late. You know how hard it is for me to navigate this floor." Seras had his armored coat opened at the center, showing his comfort inside his friend's residence while he examined the wares that were laid about with the keen eye that had been honed through battle... and the aid of his equipment appraisal skill.<br/><br/>"So, if I understood your message correctly, you did what you usually do when people try to muscle you into giving them things, right? Otherwise, why would Eugene want your place burnt to the ground?" Seras asked frankly without looking up from one of the blades that were laid out on a table. Adjusting his dark tinted glasses once more, he looked up to his old friend with a warm smile and a cheerful expression before continuing, "I'll help keep the reds from blowing you up, but you have to do that impossible job you keep turning down for me. Deal?" Seras knew that Dvalin would begrudgingly agree, if only due to their friendship and the challenge of making a sword to rival a high level boss drop.