"Do it again. Can you do it again!?" It seemed more like a demand than a question. But this was just the passion of a true blacksmith. Someone that cared for their craft and only their craft.
"I could. I thought you cared more about how I used your name. But it seems that won't be a problem?" Clark raised an eyebrow while picking up the sword and looking at it. He could feel the cold and knew that he would have to rest a long time before he could even try to use the techniques had used just now again.
"Who cares about the past? I just need to see you do that again so I can copy it. Then I will let you leave here. And just call me Smith. I know that's odd since I'm a blacksmith, but if you say a word of my nickname or my actual name…" The words seemed kind but that was the scary part. This blacksmith seemed like he was the kind of person that was nice while killing someone and meanwhile showing care.
