Smoke makes a trip down the Smithy to meet with the Magesmith he asked to hone his blade. He proceeds to take the steps down and is re-introduced with the deathly ash and atmosphere from the Smiths' works. The air was unbearable up to the point where Smoke even thought about taking of his mask to wipe the tears from his eyes, but instead, he endured. Smoke made his way to the Magesmith, and tapped him again on the shoulder. The Smith turned, not surprised like last time. He had goggles on and was working on many other swords for the war.
"So, High Mageshadow, you've come for yer' blades?". Smoke couldn't help but overhear, but the Smith said, "Blades", to which he needed to confirm it himself. "I'm sorry, but don't you mean blade?"
The Smith laughed a hearty laugh, and proceeded to hand him his black sword back. It looked as refined as ever, but it had a black chain etched at the back of its hilt. Smoke accepted the sword with his two hands, but tilted his head to the Smith, his silence showing a confused expression. "I've seen how you fight, High Mageshadow, and how different it is compared to others, and so out of kindness, I made you a second blade based from the designs of that one." continued the Smith.
Smoke was a bit baffled by this surprise. "That's very thoughtful of you, but you didn't need to put yourself through more work..." Smoke then sheathed his newly refined blade, turning back to the Smith, who held out another blade. "Go on, take it." insisted the Smith. "It's designed to work with the blade you have on you right now."
Smoke eyed this new blade. It was thinner and darker compared to the one he has on him. He looks at its hilt, he sees that it too has a chain. "Why do they both dangle with chains?". The smith simply replied, "Ye' figure it out." Smoke reaches for the blade and accepts it. He unsheathes it and places it on his back, side-by-side with the other blade.
"Thank you, I appreciate it."
"What're ye goin' ta call it?"
"I'll figure that out later..."
Smoke runs back up the stairs to escape the deadly fumes of the smithy.
Smoke, after hearing the news from Polgrath himself, approached Kalenz and would do so as well with Artimec. He gives them almost the same exact words. "Brothers in arms, out on the battlefield, you will know where 'we' are. And once the time is right, you can count on us to watch your backs when nobody can. May this battle be as justified as it will be glorious..." After Smoke finished delivering these words, he walks away into the shadows. waiting in what will be an unforgettable war.