Tybalt sighed as another day reared its head. Yawning, the young man stretched his arms and carefully set his feet on the floor. Shots of Cold went up his spine as he found his shoes and slipped them on. Work boots are more the word. This was the only pair of shoes he owned. He was due for another pair soon, but he couldn't worry about that right now. He had to be up an at 'em in 15 minutes or so. He grabbed a quick couple slices of bread for breakfast, threw on his giant overcoat like jacket and headed over to his smithy. As he stepped in and closed the door, he threw off his jacket. It was plenty warm in the smithy because of the multiple fires going. This was his own smithy. He had only a young apprentice, but that was all he needed. He was instructed to always start the fires 10 minutes before he arrived. Tybalt's eyes looked to the corner of the workshop where about 5 swords sat, waiting to be finished. This was 3 orders in one. Two wanted two swords and one wanted one. He picked up the cold steel and went to work on the edges, refining each sword until they were as sharp as knives. He then took them to the smelter to be heated at the end so the hilts would fit into place. He quickly placed them on, only having 1 minute to fit each sword with the hilt as they cooled quickly. He then took the swords outside to cool off even more. After about 30 minutes of drying he would bring them back in to be tested. Any minor adjustments would be made, the blades sharpened again, the metal polished and that would be the end of it. Tybalt's style of blacksmithing was so vastly different to regular blacksmiths. So much so, that each sword he made grew stronger and stronger. That was his goal in life. To make the ultimate blade. But for now, he would have to live with a small town smithy in a small town. But he didn't mind it so much as long as he could stay there to help out his mother and sister where needed. He sold his services and in turn was able to help the family live with food to eat , a house to live in and clothes on their backs. It also helped that his love was blacksmithing. A rukus rose from outside. He peeked out of the smithy door and, sure enough, there was his sister Gwendolyn being bullied again. He sighed and walked over to her, standing between her and the bullies. "Do you boys have nothing better to do with your time? Run along before I have to pull out my swords...Run along!" He glared at the mean looking boys. They scattered at his intimidating look and Tybalt turned to Gwendolyn. "Dear sister, what have I told you about not letting them push you around? You must stand up for yourself sometime..." he ruffled her hair as she looked up at him. "I'm sorry brother. I tried, but my voice is so small that they didn't have the ears to hear me..." Tybalt chuckled and put his arm around his sister. "It's ok, little sister. Just speak up next time, ok? Now run along back home. Mother might be worried about you" She nodded and ran back towards the house. He then went back to his smithy. When he opened the door, there stood his apprentice. He looked confused. Wasn't he supposed to be in the back, watching and waiting to make sure the swords got done. "What is it Darren? I do hope it is more important that what you are supposed to be doing right now..." Darren nodded, handing Tybalt the note. Opening it, Tybalt read the words. Tybalt, I've heard you are a master swordsman and great black smith. If that is the case, I wish for you to come and assist me with moving out a pest that has been bothering me for quite some time. Of course, you will be rewarded heftly if you take him down in the next 3 days. I await your reply. Mayor Runfellow Why not? This was his chance to prove that his swords were the best. He ran back home, after closing his smithy for the day, and told his mother and sister. They waved goodbye to him as he headed off towards the mayor's manor. This would be the chance of a life time. He packed up his best couple swords onto Aramethia and off he was to the mayor's place to finally prove himself to his village.