Val fiddled with a grindstone. He supposed it was his turn to be uncomfortable. He hadn't seen his sister in years. Just the thought of leaving his smithy was stirring his stomach. He couldn't go, especially not now, not with a murderer on the loose. But, the killer was just more reason to see if she was okay. He turned to face Renal.

"I don't even know if she's still at the docks. It's been years, Renal. She could be on another plane of existence for all I know." Valvius made a small joke to try and cover his concern and maybe distract his friend from the fact that he was afraid to leave. "At this point it might be too late." 

Valvius turned back to his work, sharpening a sword from a previous client. He had a nearby window, but it did nothing to keep out the heat or give him a view. The window near the forge faced an alley, one that was usually dark and musty. Val found a dead cat in that alley once and hasn't been back in their since. It seemed there were too many reasons to stay inside.

"I suppose I should check on her, but I don't know how I'd bring myself to leave the house, let alone go all the way to the docks. I can't help but think she won't be there." 

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