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	[u]Weather[/u]: The rain is light but steady now. No more punishing torrent of earthbound water, but a quieter blanket of cold autumnal precipitation. 

	[u]Time[/u]: Afternoon. Quite possibly late afternoon. It's difficult to tell with this level of overcast to the sky.  

	[u]Ambience[/u]: The silversmith's place is warm and dry. Perhaps just a touch too warm, thanks to the pot forge and the press of multiple bodies in a smallish storefront. The acrid smells of heat affecting metal are remarkably faint for such an enterprise, which is a blessing considering the relatively still air, ventilation being minimal as this is technically a jeweler's, not an ironworks. Outside, smaller sounds of people beginning to move about and make their various exclamations barely reached inside. 
 

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	Jacques kept working as Kathryn apologized and stated her case about getting a more practical weapon for the L'Roses to use to assist in their protection. [color=darkgray]"You want to keep them safe?"[/color] he stated quietly, the bulk of his concentration on the silver he was inlaying, [color=darkgray]"Get them out of this town and keep them under guard. I don't make weapons here. I'm inlaying existing ones with silver."[/color] her jerked a thumb to the daggers, spear, and crossbow now on the counter, adding, [color=darkgray]"Those simple one are the only ones I have done, and they're for my protection. Bring me something to work with and I'll work with it."[/color]

	The more-or-less quiet of the room made sense to Jacques. This was the inevitable cooldown after a fight. Tensions were still high, there was promise of more danger in the air, but blood was losing heat and it showed. This was why the conversation between Kathryn and Victoria gave him a little pause. They were nonchalantly discussing certain unfortunate possibilities with picking up a strange item which hinted to have special properties. Moreso, that the other could determine something about it. This was a group heavy with magic, it seemed, which gave Jacques a spot of hope. For his own reasons, the silversmith hadn't demonstrated surprise nor made overt mention, as one of the usual townsfolk might. He did allow this to show on his features with a single occurrence of a tired smile. 

	The implementation of this ritual spellwork caught his attention and actually got him to pause for a few seconds as he witnessed the exchange and setup for said ritual. [color=darkgray]"[i]That[/i] is a divination ritual?"[/color] he queried, then thought better of it and stuck to his own work. His miniature pinpoint of white, metal-liquifying light glowed to life once again, providing detail to the blade he was altering before inserting the fine links of silver chain and passing it through heat. This was going to make a fine item once it was done, and in not too much more time. Were it not for the specialized tools at his disposal, this process would take amazingly more time and effort. 

	Blindfold still on and ropes still around him, The Guard began to slowly stir from his imposed naptime.