As the blade was cooled down enough, the Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles proceeded to take it to a grinder and began to, appropriately enough, grind it. He needed to make sure the point of the two handed golden blade was properly dulled and rounded. It'd do well for practicing, and of course as a neat replica to hang on a wall or carry about. As he was finishing up with this, the delightful aroma of pork struck again.

The flavors were truly one with the pork at this point, and that spine-tingling sizzle of pork fat caused the boy to salivate. Drool went down his jowls and Nate pondered upon how tasty of a meal he was going to be a part of. His eyes widened like saucers as he peered towards his host. Nate responded in a trancelike moment of joy as he pulled out a wadful of smackeroonies from his pants pockets. He plodded towards the makeshift table with a glimmer of delight in his eyes. 

Nate quickly, but carefully, placed the legal tender on the table. "Captain Tao! Payment for you dude! Uh, should cover it. Think it will. I'll dig through my pockets for more if that isn't enough." Nate blinked and adjusted his glasses before realizing something else. He focused his attention briefly to the copper he had brought and moved. The boy placed the metals so it could heat up while he ate delicious pork.

Carefully he approached one of the crate chairs and slowly sat down. There was a bit of a creak as the boy's weight was placed upon it, but so far the chair seemed sturdy enough. Nate began licking at his chops in a rather methodical manner. He started from licking at his bottom right then moving leftwards and then back around to the starting point. He completed this cycle three times then clapped his hands.

With an ear to ear grin Nate rubbed his hands together and spoke in a ceremonial manner. "Awaiting the ship to dock to the wonderful port of Flavortown."

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1. Rounded blade tip
2. Heat 7 Copper[/hider]