[h1][center][color=red]Flame Tyrant Elli[/color][/center][/h1] [center][i]Twin Capes[/i][/center] [hr] [hr] Amidst a bustling road at the port of Twin Capes was a makeshift stand marketed with standard equipment. All matter of common weaponry and tools hung on racks around the large wooden stand. Within this little shop was a man in a bronze coat and brown trousers, sitting over an anvil as he firmly struck a hot blade with a hammer. Beside him was an even larger hammer, too big for his own hands to wield from what could be seen of it, composed of solid iron. A red mask of a demon, a somewhat infamous symbol from north blue of the Flame Tyrant himself, was worn over the blacksmith’s face. While he had worked on crafting a short sword, a small crew of pirates approached the stand. Elliot didn't even turn to face them at first. The presumed captain of the crew spoke first. “You shouldn't leave your gear out in the open like this, makes it all the more easier to steal.” There was a confident grin smirked across his face as he and his crew began snatching equipment off the racks. Elliot dropped his hammer with a sigh as he turned his masked face towards the thieves, but they had already broken off in a sprint. The captain of the thieving pirates turned to say some snarky comment, but his draw dropped when he saw that the averaged size masked male didn't leave the stand, instead a hulking scale mass of blue scales emerged and leaped out of the open roof of his workshop. Before he had time to recover his surprise, the captain and his crew’s path were cut off by a fireball; which exploded into an array of heat and smoke. The terrified crew all looked to the trail of fire that blocked them off and then behind them to the 10 foot high monster that slowly stopped forward. After a minute or two of that ordeal, Elliot placed the unconscious rookie pirates in a pile in front of his shop, they're battered and broken bodies was a reminder to any other daring pirate or thief to keep off from making away with his goods without paying. Once he had finished neatly stacking the stolen weapons back on their racks, he continued to work on new gear over his anvil.