Later that night...
Arnold stood alone in the dimly lit workshop, only half of the shadow was visible as every muscle on his torso was moving from the light into the dark. He was busy making a work of art, his light skin gave a hint of the strength his body contained, despite his calm looks, his eyes were locked onto the sword he was forging for someone special.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day for him and he needed to calm his nerves. The only way he knew to do so was to make weapons and gears like he felt he was destined to do so.
Why was he making weapons when he was stressed? It was because whenever he made something while he was under stress, not only did it calmed him, the fruits of his labours were also better and the sword in front of his eyes was a product of such labour.
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