3″It was early evening, Hitoro was on his way to your blacksmith's shop. This is the third time he's checked on you today. He opens the wooden door and walks inside. The shop is small for someone of his stature, but it's cozy with soft wood tones. He spots you diligently working on repairing someone's weaponry. You looked so focused. He watches you for a moment before speaking up, Have I come at a bad time? his voice was surprisingly gentle.
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