Once Urhea landed on the forge he tried to make his way in. Fortunately, the back door was open. “What an easygoing blacksmith he must be,” Urhea thought as he made his way in. In order to not attract unwanted attention, he wrapped himself in darkness yet again sucking some of the energy from the airparticles around him, making him quite and a bit harder to notice. However, five days’ frantic searching, last night’s escape and this morning’s exertion left him exhausted. He knew of this fact but had no choice but to make his way in, trying as hard as possible to sneak in to investigate before barging in form the front door asking for a weapon.<br/><br/>Once inside, Urhea noticed the large blacksmith walking towards the door with a massive hammer. “How can he carry such a thing,” Urhea thought as he hid, waiting for the guest come in. Once door opened, he saw a blurry figure talking in hushed tones. “Damn this spell,” he thought to himself as he realized how useless the spell is. Not only does it make it hard for others to see or hear him but it also makes it equally hard for him to see or hear his surroundings. However, the mention of his name by the newcomer was, perhaps intentionally, loud enough to pierce the darkness surrounding him. Unwilling to keep his presence a secret any longer as he was tired, he unwrapped the darkness and returned to the light. The brightness caught him off-guard and he put his hands on his eyes. Slowly adjusting to the sudden brightness, he opened his eyes and saw the blacksmith standing with a woman.<br/><br/>“I am sorry for the intrusion,” Urhea said in tired yet determined voice. “I didn’t mean to,” before he could finish his sentence, he heard a creak in the room.<br/>