[center][color=f26522][h2]Fabron Smith[/h2][/color][/center]
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	The sweat caressed the bronze-skinned blacksmith as a wife would to her husband. Situated closely along the beach helping the village with its festivities by constructing stands and stalls around the clock, weathering his steel hammer. The hand wiped clean the forehead off the caress of the wife to prevent his eyes from an unnecessary sting whilst admired the work that is in front of him.

	"Thank you Fabron for your assistance."
	Fabron's instincts allowed him to respectively bow towards the villager.
	[color=f26522]"For someone who works this [i]night[/i] and [i]day[/i], it's only fair. You're most welcome!"[/color]

	Fabron continued to assist the other people nearby whom required some help setting up their stalls one by one.