You have not heard of Fabian, the finest worker of leather or steel outside of Antiva? Neither have I, but I will be certain to introduce you if we should meet. I'm sure he's a charming fellow.
Vintiver has been my home for lo, these many... months... and it's a fine place, as such things go. The hills are green, the streets are brown, and the sky is blue. What more can a man desire from a circle of huts? The wine is passable, if timid. A lusty Antivan (red) would put some color in those pale cheeks. But it is a quiet place, this Vintiver, and a man needs solitude for reflection, no? Life's choices must be pondered, or so I have always said.
To speak of the past is to become mired in it, but if you would know, I hail from Antiva City, pearl of the Amaranthine Ocean. (berelinde edit: It's actually Rialto Bay, but shh! 
) The rest is unimportant. What is important is that I offer you my blades and my services, whatever use you may find for them. And what company is complete without a smith to mend weapons and armor?
) The rest is unimportant. What is important is that I offer you my blades and my services, whatever use you may find for them. And what company is complete without a smith to mend weapons and armor?
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