"Good day to you, Renal," Valvius moved the sword he was previously working on into a separate rack, and put a card on the hilt. He stepped towards Vocere and took the piece of metal. "What were we working on this time, Vocere?" Valv set the piece onto his forge. 

He would work on it later, he had other orders to fill. He pulled a dented sword from a rack and began warming it up in his forge. It wouldn't take too long to fix up the sword. Besides, if Valvius made a show of it, Vocere might get a tad impatient and pay him a bit more than his usual fee to get his piece done first. 

Valvius hoped Renal was right and that his sister would actually enjoy seeing him. Negative thoughts filled his mind. 
[i]What if she's not really there?[/i]
[i]What if she doesn't really want to see you and Renal is making a fool of you?[/i]
and finally the worst of his thoughts. 
[i]What if I get there, only to find that she's been butchered?[/i]

Valv's mind raced thinking about the meeting. It had been at least a decade since they had seen each other. She might not even be the same person. Hell, she might not even remember who he is. Or worse, she could think of him as some sort of villain. Someone who abandoned their family. Someone who wasn't there to grieve when their parents died. Someone who wasn't worth loving anymore. Someone who wasn't her brother. 

Valvius quietly pounded away at the sword, as if he was smacking the negative thoughts from his mind. He didn't have time to think about it, he had work to do. Plus, if he didn't at least pretend to listen to Vocere, he might leave with his piece, taking it to some other shop. Someone who would listen. 

[@Ithradine]