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"Do any of you have a whet stone? i need to sharpen my blades. I didn't get a chance to do it before i went for my last drink. i was going to do it when i got home but seeing as it doesn't look like iam going to be going home soon i really need to get it done just in case i need to use them soon." Dameon pulls out his "short swords" out of there sheaths on his forearms to inspect the blades for any damage.
"I wish that i was back at my forge. I was working on these wonderful daggers. I found a rare ore that i was adding to our current steel to make them 100 times lighter, but also 5 times stronger. i had one made already i planned on making more of them but alas iam probably millions of miles away from my forge."
Dameon excuses himself from the fire and goes to be alone.
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\"Find\'em hot Leave\'em Wet!\" Fires of course. The Creed of Firefighters
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