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"You really don't know... hmmm I was sure they had them here in this realm, it's an ancient concept. A forge is basically for all intents and purposes a firepit. It is used to heat metals to the point where they can be hammered into useful shapes such as tools, or weapons. I have a full smithy here actually, it's just through here."

Gel continued through another door into an anteroom, with couches and chairs, a couple coffee tables and on the walls are several racks holding various types of melee weapons, mostly bladed. Spears, swords, axes, maces, many different shapes and sizes but all of magnificent quality and workmanship.

"Up those stairs is the door out of my wee dungeon, and through that archway is my workplace."

The light coming through the archway was far more red and flickering, and Aonice could hear the sounds of flames roaring.

"A blacksmith is a person, or more precisely, a profession. I happen to be a weaponsmith."

Gel led Aonice through the archway and the heat increased quite a bit. The room was very large, high cielings with vents allowing the smoke from the forge to get out. One entire corner was taken up by a very large stone structure housing about half a ton of blazing coal, and the bellows system that kept it hot. A few feet away from the small, contained inferno was a large stone pedestal on which sat an anvil of black metal. Closer to the archway they were standing in was a worktable a couple of tools carefully layed out upon it, and along the walls were racks of other various workman's tools, all made of the same heavy-looking black metal.

"This is my workshop."

"I don't know you seem pretty effective with that staff of yours as it is, what kind of weapon would you like?"

Gel led her out of the workshop and back to the sitting room. He snapped his fingers and a slight breeze passed by them briefly. He sat down on the couch and indicated that she should sit with him and after a few seconds a tray with a pitcher of fruit juice and two glasses floated into the room and set itself down on the table.

"For your capabilities I really think Katar would suit you, have you ever used them?"

Gel stood up and went to one of the weapon racks lifting a pair of blades, they had 21" long, triangular blades that were 4" wide at the base, with 5" wrist-guards and a grooved, leather-wrapped handle suspended between the wrist-guards.

"This is how you hold it... these were made for someone with larger hands, but I could easily make a pair to fit you."

Gel swung the blades casually, making wide, sweeping slashes and a few quick jabs.

"Easily, all of my show pieces here are my own work, steel, forged using a technique known as damascus here. But I have much more interesting metals that I can use... I think a pair made from tenla'k would work perfectly, it's similar to titanium, but not nearly as brittle. I would need to take measurements and molds of your hands though."

Gel put the blades away and returned, stroking her wrists and palms as he spoke.

"They would be only about three inches wide at the base of the blade, would you want them the same length as these, longer, shorter?"

Gel reached and pulled out of nowhere a tape measure and two lumps of hard clay

"squeeze those, there's a thin rod in the middle so basically squeeze until your grip is comfortable, and I'll get your measurements."

Gel took the clay from her carefully as not to damage the grip impressions she had made, then he set them down in midair and they vanished. He wrote all the measurements on a small notepad and then it disappeared as well. He leaned down, and gently kissed the inside of both her wrists, stepping forward and placing his hands lightly on her hips.

"Well that's done, I should have those finished in about a month... do you like scrollwork or engravings on your weapons, I can have them enchanted as well... what would you like?"

Gel looked down into her eyes, standing close enough that their bodies gently touched.