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A year came and went, time passed, and for Desmond, it was a very filled time. He had 2 businesses he had dedicated himself towards. The first is a ruby mine he had found and is now a junior partner of. Then the second is of Black Field Arsenal, a longtime dream that has now came to life for Desmond. He had planted Black Field Arsenal in Mudville, there he had hired multiple workers there to not only build on the land he had bought, but also work within the Arsenal it self.  Slowly but surly, the Arsenal grew in renown, multiple people began to come and cleared stock constantly, his new ammunition did well, and his new weapons flew off the shelves. However, the most lucrative items were introduced when he introduced his heavy arms. Black Field Arsenal had began producing cannons and heavy arms, much of the cannons were ordered and bought in cast iron. A strange thin of the time as many consider them inferior to brass cannons, many seemed pleased with their results, as they should, Desmond designed them himself to apply greater restraints and resistances to higher pressures, allowing them to be able to compete with many of their bigger cousins, while retaining a lighter weight, and a lighter pull on the pocket books.

Yet this was just a bit of time Desmond had spent of his everyday life. He went to school and continued his learning, on days off he focused upon his work as a Lamplighter, a businessman, and still training in his preferred method of force, physical combat. Desmond trained more and more, now using his title as the Underground Champion of Ersand'Ernise as a tool, taking fights he deems worthy, focusing his techniques and skills, from unarmed combat, to swordsmanship, he uses this time to hone his skills, as his fencing began to improve, as he began to focus much of his time to it, gaining new found skills and has shown something within the ring. No matter the size, no matter strength in the gift, a man can be something great.

He did neglect some things, people around him often saw him a bit less, it was only those who were living with him, those in his zeno group, and those who worked with him who saw him. Other than that, he worked quite often, filling his time, and even going over it, leading to some bad habits. Desmond had created a spell specifically to allow him to sleep for less time and still be productive. He filled quite a bit of his more studious times with coffee, leading to a full addiction. Yet, Desmond lived a filled year, not a moment wasted.