Designing the blade

Time had flown by in the two days since Erik's unexpected meeting at the inn. The city of Testrovsc's Rest was teeming with activity as the early sun painted the sky a gentle hue. Children ran crazily through the crowds, playing morning games.

At the same time, street merchants shouted out to passing customers and displayed their products.

Adjusting his cloak, Erik walked out of the hotel. The fresh morning air was revitalizing, tinged with the subtle metallic aroma that lingered wherever blacksmith shops were present. He followed the steady beat of hammers on anvils as it resonated through the narrow streets.

The city's buildings were a hodgepodge of styles, ranging from ancient stone structures to newer ones made of cement and brick. Erik was occasionally reminded of the city's thriving nightlife by the discarded shoes and upturned glasses that littered the streets.