Edge nodded, and turned toward the rack on the wall. If he was going to be away for awhile, he might as well take whatever he could with him.
When he heard her retreating footsteps, he started reaching for the rack, collecting the weapons one by one and lying them on the floor before the forge. And then, he changed.
His body began to ripple wildly, as if a handful of pebbles had been thrown into a pond. As it rippled and waved, his color seemed to melt away into the shimmery hue of steel. His outline expanded and reformed, solidifying into a truly demonic form, similar to a large bipedal lizard with a myriad of bladed weapons protruding from it's bulk.
Edge, the true Edge, reached one massive hand, long fingers tipped with blades like daggers, down to the pile of weaponry piled on the floor. One after the other, he brought them to his large needle-filled maw, and dropped them down his glowing gullet until there was naught but well worn blacksmith tools remaining.
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Less than five minutes after Kiara left the smithy, Edge stepped out after her, again in the form of the elf. He grinned widely.
"Well. I'm ready when you are. Let's be off, hmm?"