~Giovanni Dahvain Morietti~ ~BlackSmith~ 
~And They All Leaped Without Me One Last Time...~
Giovanni Placed His Katana On The Small Table In The Corner While He Pondered Upon Himself. New Place, New Forge. Not As Good As The One Back Home. Well, Nothing Could Have Compared. It Was The Best Forge In Almost All Of The Dimensions. Gio Remembered The Old Days When He Spent Hours On End, Meticulously Working In The Steaming Rooms Until The Projects Were Perfect. One Miscalculation, And Things Could Go Terribly Wrong. Gio Looked Up When He Herd A Soft Buzzing Come From A Stack Of Swords. To Regular People, It Sounded Liek A Normal Buzz Of The Blades Shifting, But He Could Hear The Cries Of The Blades. He Walked Over To The Wailing Metal And Picked It Up. He Set The Tip Of The Sword On His Finger And Balanced It Vertically. The Blade Drew Blood As It Pressed Into His Finger. Slowly, The Blood Encased The Sword In A Ring, And Slowly Slid Up Until About Halfway, Where It Stopped And Seeped Into A Small Crack In The Metal. "So Thats Why You Cry Of Pain?" He Said It Softly, Almost As If Speaking To A Child. Gio Walked Over To The Fire And Set In A Piece Of Metal, Melting It Down To Temporarily Ease Some Of The Swords Pain Until He Had His Tools And The Time To Fix It Properly.
~...But Now The Realm Of Seron Closed Behind...~
