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Kalavan quietly soaked up Dahldaera's response. Then as if he had never posed the question on her, the smith abruptly knelt and reached into his satchel to grab an empty vial. He scooped some of the blackened sand and watched it settle in the container. The Elf hurried to fall back in behind the...

The smith lagged behind the others, only for a moment, to readjust himself to standing on solid ground. After smoothing the front of his shirt and tugging the leather strap across his chest, Kalavan caught up to the others with a small hop in his step. "And lo, the unknown beckons us." he...

Perhaps those that came before wished to stare out their windows and admire the... rocks. Huh. "A guardian," Kalavan quietly echoed as he cautiously peered over the edge of their boat, squinting and straining his eyes to see, though it was to no avail. Even if he didn't see everything as a...

"They say that primordial creatures crafted the city," the Smith remarked in an awed whisper and found himself gawking, "that mortals have no means to emulate it." Long, slender fingers tightened over the gunwale. "I wonder what knowledge begs to be discovered within the city?" The Captain's...

"Fear goes beyond a single sense, dear Smith. It penetrates the mind even in absolute silence, or darkness..." "Oh." His hands dropped back into his lap. How unpleasant. Kalavan could only keep his gaze trained against Nasir's for a moment. The soldier's presence was, well, intimidating to...

An important piece of hi- Whatever. The smith's prayer was halfhearted at best. Dahldaera's blasphemous remarks didn't do much to offend him. Her tone did that. Kalavan let out a soft indignant huff and laid his hands flat on his seat. "I am a powerless man. Powerless men pray." As if a...

Kalavan kicked a rock into the water before stepping into the boat. Of course. Of course. How fitting for the tidbit of military history to come from the military man. "Calavan's Folly," He echoed, attempting to imitate Nasir's gruff tone. "You like that one, no?" Kalavan scowled. If he'd tried...

Aureate gaze broke from Eske to track the silhouette across the bridge. Kalavan squinted at the blurry figure until it disappeared. "I see." It seemed a task more easily spoken than accomplished. After all, the lesser races bore the brunt of the Priesthood's rise. Alliances that held for...

"I see," Kalavan's voice trailed. The smith looked up through the narrow chasm, squinting to see the blurry shapes of carvings along the rocks. He thought of the forge and Eske's words. Would they even have the ability to reignite the once-great heart, which had grown cold and lifeless over...

Kalavan zoned out the conversation behind him, focusing instead on the guide's words. The comfortable distance he so carefully maintained subtly shrunk. The smith was enticed by the legendary forge, its history, and the potential that it held. He anxiously held his pack against his stomach...

Kalavan softly snorted and adjusted the leather strap over his shoulder. The smith fell behind the others again, absently gazing at their heels, thoughts of the smithy on his mind. Society meant little to him. People, too. His only desire was to forge. The Forge of Malus Duun, at the very...

Kalavan supported himself on the portal stone following the flashing change of scenery. He was hunched over, knees buckling, head spinning. As he thought he'd regained his sense of balance, he found himself to be terribly mistaken as he pushed off from the portal stone and collapsed onto his...

Kalavan's cheeks took the tone of rose petals. He did not like her tone. He did not like the way she smiled at him. He most definitely did not like the notion of working quite closely together. Kalavan clumsily stumbled out from the webbing and, in a fluster, flattened his shirt and slung his...

Kalavan's pale lips pulled down in a frown at Dahldaera's laughter, and even more so as lithe fingers coiled around his chin. He swallowed back a lump. "It does not impede my work, you are correct. I have shaped and honed metal for hundreds of years. Even if I were blind, I could make a...

Kalavan found a few fleeting moments of comfort at the web's center, laying on his back and looking up to the shaft's opening with hands folded over his chest. A part of the Smith expected a longer fall, but that didn't disappoint him a bit. It had been the most daring, exciting thing he'd done...