Valvius gently took the sword from the draconian's hands, thinking of how he would ask about his friend's troubles, if he wanted to ask at all. He was aware of the new killer on the block, and he knew to Renal, unhappy would be more than under-exaggeration. 

"I always do," Val smoothly got up from his wooden stool and moved Istandir to a weapon rack. He began setting up for his new task. Business had been slow lately due to another swmith moving in a few blocks away. He was still content, even with the small stream of costumers coming in. 

"Sure is cold out there. Seems winter snuck up on us this year," V stated, making some small talk before walking into the storm that was the situation. "Its a shame people can't go out and enjoy the snow, what with all that's happening."

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