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[h1][u]Elys Adair[/u][/h1][/center]
[i][color=gray]Oratorio - //A3 - The Plaza at Morning[/color][/i]
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[quote=Blacksmith]“Sell this one to me and I can knock off some of the cost of a new sword for what scrap metal I can get out of this.”[/quote]

Elys leaned on her staff unsteadily as she listened to the blacksmith. She had heard this before. And she knew the blacksmith was right.

[b]“Sorry, sir. You could offer me all the new blades in the world, but I can't part with this one. It’s… well, it’s my late father’s.”[/b] She said, her voice dropping a tone.

She could remember the day her father sat her down and patted her knee, speaking softly and very seriously to her.

[i]“Remember, dear, if case anything were to ever happen to your momma and poppa, you mustn’t forget about your inheritance hidden in the shed.”

“But I don’t even know how to use a sword.”

“Don’t worry, dear. Poppa will teach you.”[/i]

Alas, the raiders struck their home before he ever had the chance. Everything Elys knew, she had to learn on her own.

She fought her sleep deprivation as she stood on her feet, knowing she still had to make it through the day before she could rest.

[b]“Please, anything you can do for my blade to repair it, I would really appreciate it. I’m willing to pay the price for it.”[/b]

She’d wait nearby for it to be repaired, of course. Leaving this district without a working blade was… well, an [i]unwise move[/i], to say the least. Especially when she could feel the Crimson-flame nearby.