A flash briefly lit up a dark alley, and Blaze walked out, his face hidden deep in his cowl, and his sword slung over his back. The blacksmith, Dergan Metalstone, was directly across from him. Dwarves are known for their fantastic metalwork and, from what Blaze could see, Dergan was no exception. Beautiful one-hand swords, great-axes, maces and cleavers lined his open stall. To the Untrained eye, the weapons appeared to be just tools, but Blaze knew better. Each blade had the craftsman's heart and soul poured into it. The perfectly symmetrical blades and hand-guards, the barely noticeable line where the metal from the spine and edge met, and the sheer detail on the guards and hilts all showed the incredible skill this dwarf had.
Blaze had come here in hopes to gain some insight on his own skills, and to improve his ability. He crossed the street and entered the shop as quietly as he could so not to interrupt Dergan's work. The rhythmic pounding wasn't even off by a millisecond, as far as Blaze could tell. When Dergan had reached a point where it would be safe to interrupt, Blaze called out a greeting: "Hello!"
