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	Torn explained the three materials smelted to create the metal called Mironyn, used to craft the bow Jack had asked about, was actually one of the most used flexible metals in the land. Of course, this knowledge, aside from making Jack look like a complete ignoramus, paled in comparison to the information Torn soon shared about the metals of even greater quality used in crafting the weapons waiting in the other room. Jack had been correct. Torn’s [i]better[/i] craftsmanship was indeed held in a separate room. 

This other room was smaller, it too was illuminated by an iron cupola, but dedicated solely to weapons, and such were on displayed in a way one might imagine ritualistic tools be placed on stone shelves of a subterranean cultists chamber. Each weapon had its own stone shelf, yet more than just a shelf, rather a cavity chiselled out from the natural stone formations of the walls. And again, on one of the walls, was yet another door, closed, arched in shape, and made of a very heavy timber. 

‘You really have been busy, haven’t you?’ asked Jack, shaking his head in dismay. 

Torn replied, ‘Don’t be absurd, man. I am not a crazy idiot. This room is part of  a vast network of underground caverns left behind from an older civilization. My father merely discovered this area of the caverns and built his house upon it.