<sup><strong>Forge, Pontius with Netty</strong></sup><br/><br/>The blade was nearly completed as Netty came walking into the enclosed space of the forge, but Pontius didn't notice due to how focused he was in his work and didn't notice until there was a lull in his work and she choose that point to speak to him. Straightening himself back up and rolling back his shoulders, he looked back at her and nodded his head. "Just one moment please." was all that he asked and turned back to his current project. Setting his hammer aside, he took up the still heated piece of metal with his bare hands and placed it back into the flames to heat up for a little more.<br/><br/>"Would you like a drink?" he asked as he took up a nearby canteen and took a small swig before giving her the container if she wished for a drink herself, meanwhile moving over to the table that held the sheathed dagger that once belong to her father and picked it up with care, cradling it in his hands as he walked it over to her. "I finished with its sharpening not too long ago. I think you'll find it to be at a level that even you can appreciate it." he said, offering her a small smile as he removed the knife to give a small demonstration. Pressing his thumb against the edge, he barely pressed against it and moved his thumb down before removing and watching a small bead of blood.<br/><br/>Cleaning it real quick with a small cloth and re-sheathing it before he offered it up to her. "The weather isn't all that disturbing, though it may be a sign of something to come. Be prepared for anything Netty, least you wish to join your parents in the grave." he advised, moving over to the worn stool and taking a seat. "So what happened out there? I'm pretty certain I could hear Detta even over the sound of my hammer." he inquired.