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Clossbay City.

"I guess the highest Gabriel's willing to go is a hundred gold coins per session." Tossing the pouch of money Gabriel had given him for today's session up and down, Valyr appeared at the entrance of the smithy with a smile on his face, receiving a few greetings from a couple of customers as he made his way to where Wells was.

"So, did you manage the smithy well while I was gone?" Seeing that Wells had his eyes closed and was sitting cross-legged, Valyr lightly tapped on the former's shoulder before posing a question to him.

"There were times where it was a bit too much for me to manage. Though, for the most part, I was able to manage just fine." Letting out a light sigh at the fact that he was interrupted, Wells looked back at Valyr, prompting the latter to flash an apologetic smile in response.