"You're still here?..", asked Seijurou of a slightly sulking Chizuru while he took notes on a table at the far end of Gamekh's workshop.
The last of the forge's fires were already beginning to burn out. Once brightly glowing a tinge of neon green, the magical smithing tools of the Orcish stronghold began to wither and fade from its former temporary shine of brilliance as the aroma of smelted material turned into nothing but a whiff of stinging stench.
Chizuru pouted and looked away as she crossed her arms, leaning on the wall behind her. "You didn't give a name for my new bow.. and you named Jax's.. not fair, baka-jurou.."
Seijurou chuckled upon hearing his best friend's complaint. "Is that the reason why you're still here, Chizuru?"
