Marisa was working at the blacksmith for hours for the orders that kept going,good thing she loves her job,or she would have went home early.[color=a187be]"whew..im tired.." [/color] She said as she wiped her head,she faceslamed into the anvil then looked up to read the last order. [color=a187be]"A Percival Vernier? What does that mean...? Ah well"  [/color]she said as she went to the "Percival Vernier's" home. [color=a187be]"(This better be the right place..)"[/color] she thought as she rung the doorbell/knocked on the door.