"Then so be it," he said with a shrug and turned back to leave and waved at her as he left. "Till we cross paths again Detta, may your life be somewhat easy and that the things that stalk the forests don't get you on your next trip out." he said and then stepped back out into the dust storm once more. Besides when it got in his eyes, Pontius ignored it for the most part as he began a trip back to his little hut and forge, mostly navigating by feel rather than sight since the storm impeded most sight, and once he reached his forge was did he quickly strip away the jacket and the rest of the clothing he donned to when he first left and returned to work.<br/><br/>The metal he had left in his forge was nearly white-hot, something usually dangerous to those picking it up unprotected, but he just merely rolled up his sleeves to keep them from catching alight and reached on in with one hand and gripped the slowly forming blade of the sword without worry and once more placed it onto the anvil to begin hammering away, the sound of his hammer striking being the only sound to be heard from his hut with an occasional pause to take a break and get a light drink of water.