In Need Of Talent
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Blake walked into a small side room that was much cooler than the forge room. There were two couches facing each other and a coffee table in between. On the side was a coffee maker, which Thardra had become addicted to. On the other side was a drafting table with a mess of papers and even more wadded-up paper strewn about on the floor. Blake sat on the couch as Thardra went to his drafting table and picked up a few sheets of paper that were almost as tall as him. He then walked over and sat down on the couch facing Blake. "Lord, what do you think?"
Blake looked at the blueprints, which showed weapons that did not resemble any gun from modern times. It had a similar shape in its makeup but had a ball at the end near the handle. "This is?"