OLIVER
Making blades wasn't easy.
Making good blades was extremely not easy.
It was something Oliver found himself tirelessly working at. Luckily, if something went wrong, he could typically find a new purpose for the metal easily and used it as a learning experience. A couple of flawed blades came out and the ones that weren't falling apart were saved, maybe for possible sale or just to compare his work to in the future. Whatever his reasoning was, he kept it a secret. Visitors were scarce, only really seemingly consisting of Amun and Aisha. It wasn't really a bad thing, but it made things super lonely.
His mind wandered and he found himself focusing deeply on perfecting his blades. Long nights and long days led up to some failures and some partial successes. It took a lot but eventually he made a couple of blades he would feel comfortable showing others. One in particular was a bit fancy.
It was his first time trying to go all out. Once the blade was complete, he carefully heated up the blade once more before proceeding to work on creating intricate details. Swirls that were soft and not quite altering the weight, but give it a bit of a style. It took a bit of work but eventually, Oliver found himself smiling at his work.
Once it was complete, Oliver would wrap it up in a cloth. A string was tied around it to hold together the two pieces before he finally finished it off by writing a note.
The note was simple and read:
For anyone who made need it
No signature was needed.
The item and note was left out on an abandoned table. Hopefully it wouldn't be ruined by the snow and Oliver could only hope that the blade may go to someone who would use it well and maybe even recognize the craftsmanship behind it.
Making good blades was extremely not easy.
It was something Oliver found himself tirelessly working at. Luckily, if something went wrong, he could typically find a new purpose for the metal easily and used it as a learning experience. A couple of flawed blades came out and the ones that weren't falling apart were saved, maybe for possible sale or just to compare his work to in the future. Whatever his reasoning was, he kept it a secret. Visitors were scarce, only really seemingly consisting of Amun and Aisha. It wasn't really a bad thing, but it made things super lonely.
His mind wandered and he found himself focusing deeply on perfecting his blades. Long nights and long days led up to some failures and some partial successes. It took a lot but eventually he made a couple of blades he would feel comfortable showing others. One in particular was a bit fancy.
It was his first time trying to go all out. Once the blade was complete, he carefully heated up the blade once more before proceeding to work on creating intricate details. Swirls that were soft and not quite altering the weight, but give it a bit of a style. It took a bit of work but eventually, Oliver found himself smiling at his work.
Once it was complete, Oliver would wrap it up in a cloth. A string was tied around it to hold together the two pieces before he finally finished it off by writing a note.
The note was simple and read:
For anyone who made need it
No signature was needed.
The item and note was left out on an abandoned table. Hopefully it wouldn't be ruined by the snow and Oliver could only hope that the blade may go to someone who would use it well and maybe even recognize the craftsmanship behind it.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
