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He hisses, and sets his work aside. [i]Might as well see what Commander Mardex wants. But I'll come prepared.[/i] He takes his time locking up, and walks into the backroom. There, he dons his armor. He locks up the day's money in the lock box, welds the safe shut, and pushes the massive anvil back over top of it. [i]There.[/i] He walks out of his forge, scooping up his hammer as he goes, and locks the door behind him. [i]Pig Hoof Tavern. Let's see what you're really made of, Commander Mardex.[/i] He travels down the street, hammer on his back. [i]If I see that scout again, he'd better pray to whatever gods he worships that he can evade my wrath.[/i] He walks into the tavern, pushing his way through the crowd to the bartender, the chatter fading the closer he gets. Once he passes, the talk starts up again, but his glare is enough to discourage any interaction.