Ivan sulked into the forge how he longed for sleep but he wouldn't allow it dreams always crept onto him. He went to grab his belt and sat down begging to sharpen his throwing knives he may never use them but keeping them in good shape is a necessity. He began his foot stepping down on the pedal harder each time as his mood began to seep away into the conversations that were going on around him. A thief must always have leverage he told himself and the armory and arena are the best ways to get his leverage.
