[i]If that book had Surgical Method #198...[/i] Remington thought to himself. "Yes, yes you can help me dear. Now then, exactly what book did you use for cleaning up the mess." He inquired.
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 And so as they headed over towards the smithy, they received a few friendly greetings and a couple of waves. They didn't encounter much else on the way. At the smithy, underneath a building which had no door, and the barest of roofing, which people knew as the extension of the Smith family and their place of business, there was a man working. It was [i]not[/i] Benjamin, but his father Rowan. He was a man who stood at six feet and seven inches, and had hair that was almost fully grey. He wore a large black smithy apron, and a pair of black gloves. He was holding a large pair of tongs as he pulled out ignot which was heated up to be an incredibly bright orange color, and of course rather malleable. He placed it on the anvil, as he returned his tongs to a small work bench as he pulled out his hammer and began slamming upon the metal, shaping it into a horseshoe.

Rowan glanced over, and spotted the two, "Ah hullo." He slammed his hammer again, "Son isn't back at the shop yet. Though he'd be here soon." He continued slamming his hammer and shaping the metal. 
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Tirarian just stared at James, rather incredulously at him. She couldn't comprehend how a man could be so callous. "But it was still a person." she stated. "Don't you feel a twinge of guilt?"
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He smiled when Trafalgar brought up his research, but before he had a chance to discuss it the Elf brought up the guild and its methods of teaching. Nodding at Trafalgar, "Yes, the guild does teach those who can learn the ways of magic. Do you happen to be so inclined in those ways? I do need to turn in my research, and my mentor Ashera, does teach the new initiates. If that is what you were implying and asking about." He glanced at Shork, "If you'd like to come as well, feel free."
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The remaining crowd there had mixed emotions, it looked like a few felt sympathy because the monster was a kid. However the others realized, the kid was a [i]monster[/i]. Jeoffry stared with hate in his eyes at Liesel as he swung his axe upwards without a word and, found himself interrupted by a woman in the crowd. "Wait! Would killing her make you better than what you perceive the thing to be?! Are we not civilized people, this is clearly a matter for the Clergy to investigate and have a tribunal for." Jeoffry paused, "..." He gave a sigh as he lowered his axe, "Y-you're right. I need to make sure they can call me for testimony regarding these events." He stared at everyone in the crowd, "And same for you all."
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The Dwarf chuckled as the Gnoll talked about how an Elven Archer caused the hyena to gain the limp. "Well ya haven't seen a Dwarven Bowman. Far better than those pinkos." He glanced up towards the humans, "Well, that clearly isn't the Gnoll's Hyena." The Human female nodded, "Not at all sir." The Dwarf grumbled as he pulled at his beard, "Well, I have no further questions for the Beast Master."