*Alassënto wipes his brow for the fourteenth time in the hour, exerted to exhaustion. His smithing hammer striking a resounding chord "Thunk!" with every rear and descent of his arm. With an abrupt expression of joy; half a snort and half a chuckle he labors at his craft. His mind is blank, for concentration is key. His ambition cannot warrant any mistakes. "Clunk", an off key strike. He pauses... A few moments pass, the moments turning to minutes. The minutes turning to an hour. He stands there, staring, waiting.
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