Kasim sat quietly within the small encampment that he and Aviana had fashioned themselves. There was a small fire in the middle of a forest clearing, a pile of logs and twigs, a place for the horses, and then two makeshift bed rolls that they had managed to snag while passing through a village. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was enough. In his lap rested the sword that he had stolen from the bandit a few weeks ago. It lay splayed out across his legs, the scabbard tossed to the side. In his hand was a small steel tool, one that he had paid a blacksmith quite a bit of money for. At it's tip was an odd sort of gem, dug from the nearby mountains long ago. With a careful hand Kasim worked at the sword, using the gem tool to place small lines within the steel. The work took forever and a day, mostly because even the steel of the cheapest blade was still of decent quality. He had been carving this particular line for nearly three nights in a row now and the Rune it was a part of was far from done. It would likely be another week before he finished it. Unfortunate as that fact was, it couldn't be helped. Etching the Rune into the blade itself was important if the magic was going to work, and while it was easier to do when one was forging the weapon...Kasim didn't have that choice. Thus he worked quietly, as he had nearly every night since getting the sword.