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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dog Moon" data-source="post: 2974415" data-attributes="member: 23023">The man pauses to glance at the weapon but dismisses it quickly.  "Types of weapons do not interest me," he says.  "Short sword, Valenar blade, they're all the same to me.  It is what can be done to the blade that I am interested in."I myself own no weapons of any kind.  Never had any need.  I sell everything I create, as do those who work with me."  He pauses for a moment as he looks back at the others.  "Create is all we do; it's all we're good at.  I should be returning," he says quickly, interrupting the conversation.  He takes several steps closer to the smithy.  "I'm sorry," he says, "But I don't think I have any additional room for anyone else."  He jogs back to the smithy.Kiarra laughs.  "He certainly is an odd one," she tells you.  "Good person, but he almost seems to be addicted to his job.  I have never seen him step out far beyond the entrance to the smithy and he always returns quickly.  I fear what Varius might do if someone burned down his shop.  I don't know if it would break him utterly or cause him to be consumed with rage."I wouldn't worry about his attitude much.  He always spares a few seconds for those I bring here, but never more than that.  I think he has a crush on me, but he can only focus on his smithy."OOC: Varius is living.  Forgot to mention that earlier.</blockquote>