“Ah, m-more dirt. It’s a m-mirror into my soul,” Edwards mumbled to himself as he shuffled to the next spot to clean. Do I even have a s-soul after how m-many times I have been r-reconstructed? The thought twisted in his mind, clouding much of what was going on around him, so much so that he nearly singed his long chops on Corvus’ blazing furnace.
“Watch yourself, janitor!” Corvus sneered as he continued to hammer away at a rune blade. The blacksmith was always in a foul mood, and if you asked him why he would ramble on about anything and everything that could possibly give him discomfort, including the various weather.