<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24, 6:45<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abbey<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><hr/><br/>Audience or not, Vincent was gonna work until breakfast, or that was the plan originally. He was unaware of her approach until she spoke up. Vincent turned and saw the same girl who had been whistled and nodded in acknowledgement. Turning back, effectively ignoring her for two more minutes as he finished what he was doing. A chunk of metal could turn into useless slag if he was not careful. With the metal in need of reheating, he shoved it into the coals and stepped closer towards her after cutting off the music. The sweat off his forehead was wiped off with the back of his hand.<br/><br/>"It is a lump of metal, all swords start off like that." He grinned, did she not know who he was? Vincent walked around to one of the racks and drew a finished blade (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDgwWDY0MA==/z/TGMAAMXQTghRS8H3/$T2eC16NHJGYE9noohZuwBRS8H4Dn7Q~~60_35.JPG). His metalworking had been influenced by Damascus steel, an art form thought lost to the times. "That is almost finished...just need to give it a hilt and balance it." Vincent shared even if she didn't ask. "Hey, be careful, lot of that stuff is sharp and hot." He tried to warn her as he reached for his trusty tankard of ice cold Gatorade. "So, who are you, you must be new around here." The son of Hephaestus asked as he took a seat on a nearby stool one of his siblings has made from a tree trunk.