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1212. Train with...?

When Remey looked at the door of the wandering blacksmith's shop, she knew that it had been busy. There was not a single piece of armor or basic blades outside. Nor as she pushed the door open did she see anything. "You sold everything. This is insane." Her exclamation brought a surprised smile to the wandering blacksmith's coal dusted face. 

"Orders." The single word was his excuse. He had finished all of his private orders for the day and had not made any basic items to stock his shop. He had a hard time deciding what he wanted to make since he had been letting his whims decide what he would make with the materials he had. The simple fact that Walker had handed over so many materials of various tiers also didn't help. 

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