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Rorek walked in the dark forest. His guard was up. His DDGA was out in his hands. Never know when he would come across a demon or monster out here. He went out into the open scouting ahead for his companion behind him. He looked back and waved her to follow and cross the gap. "Clear!" he said in a raspy voice. He ran towards the other side as he said that. To avoid detection.

"I know your just a sword, but you could be a little more cooperative with me, My life is on the line." He said quietly... He was always cautious in dangerous places like this. Slowly creeping through the woods just to make it through the night. "Just want you to be more stealthy, can't afford to get into to much trouble here."

He now realized how she was a curse. "Maybe you should remain in your sword form? Until we get passed this place?" Dwarves weren't well known for stealth, but even they knew when it was important.

He picked her up off the ground. "I hate to say that to ya lass... but there are some things a dwarf just has to do is alone." Placing her inside his Portable cannon as he had no room for her. Once he thinks she is safe inside the cannon. He runs towards white flame kingdom.

After a few hours of travel. He stopped a clearing with a rock nearby. He sat down on it. Panting... Drawing Tsuchimizu out of his Cannon. He laid her on his lap. "Do you want to be sharpened now? Or later?"

He looked back... Checked the area. "We seem to be safe." He said he he uncovered his Molten Hammer. "Do you feel pain? I just don't want to hurt you if you can." he said as he stood up. Righting a rune on the rock he just got off of. The rock was cut sharply... Pushing some slabs off, the rune seemed to make a perfect anvil. Placing her on top of it. Then taking out a very smooth sharpening stone.

He nodded. "Then lets get started." He began to strike her with Molten Smith Hammer. The hammer heated her up, He could only feel a small amount of heat go through his gauntlet... though he was used to smithing even with bare hands anyways. With every strike she got harder. Till the point her edge was a bright red. He then took his sharpening stone, and began to run down the edges. Sharpening them up... he noticed many dents also. He banged the dents out and resharpened her again just to be sure. Then with one last run through the sharpening stone...

"Of course... I have practiced this for hundreds of years." He said as he put the sharpening stone down beside her. He made another earth rune, when pressed, it made a stone bucket. He opened his Fountain Canteen and poured enough water from it to fill the bucket. Once the bucket was full. He dipped her inside to cool her off. Once she was done with that, he covered his Molten Hammer, and continued to sharpen her.

Doing something like this relaxed him. He was used to this, though he didn't have a tendency to work on magic weapons like this.

He shook his head. "Not as long as a curve... but I have worked with weapons much odder than you. I can assure you of that. He sat calmly as he continued to sharpen her. The day slowly being wasted away into midnight. Though, he didn't slow down, and he wasn't tired. He was just glad to be doing something while time passed. Making sure the blade was as sharp as dwarvenly possibly.