Visiting Uncle Smithy (Zephiles)

Zephiles stayed silent as they spoke to eachother, but at the same time thoughts clouded his mind, Horach was back apparently...which wasn't good at all. he'd heard from his mother that the bastard actually annihilated armies for sport, it made him wonder just how in the hell they were supposed to defeat such a thing...he clenched his fist at the thought, no, he can't afford to think so negatively, it would only affect them badly. he listened to their conversation, and then james told him how his uncle apparently used to be captain of the royal guard. that is impressive to say the least, the fact the guy saved a duke was just icing on the cake. he watched charlie sharpen the blade silently.

the humor was...refreshing. he brought out all three of his special original weapons. the yin yang dual longswords, and the large Wolf Greatsword, he proceeded to put each on separate tables in the room, with the yin yang dual longswords swords together on the same table.

"a former captain huh.." he muttered, when the captain asked for his name. "I'm Zephiles, so...what do you think of these blades?" he asked with a curious gaze from his yellow eyes. 

a small smile formed on his face when Charlie offered to sharpen his blades, "sure." he replied to charlie. then he listened to his story about the assassin thing, he lost his smile when he saw the scar, "they always did say that scars come with interesting stories...." he muttered with a slight grimace at the factor of how lucky they got. he sat on one of the chairs with his arms crossed, clearly trying to think. yeah, his weapons will indeed need to be fixed up and sharpened for the journey ahead of them. its going to be difficult if what James's companion said was true...to think that Haroch has returned...

Zephiles listened to what James had to say, while also smiling at the fact that his dual blade creation is repaired and sharpened. he has a bit of an attachment to all three of his swords, he could sense that the blades are happy about the treatment they just got. he got a good amount of information about the town, rather interesting. he supposes that its nice to know the town is well run. he just hopes it never gets attacked while they are away on their journey. when the wolf greatsword was fully repaired and sharpened, a grin formed on his face, his mighty wolf blade had held out well in many battles in his past, and it served his father well against Haroch. the wolf blade may not be well known these days, but it has slain countless monsters in its long history. the blade seemed to brim with a hidden, sleeping power that had yet to be awakened. the only question was how to wake the power within it as for now, its just a normal, if very well built, greatsword.

"thank you, tell me, do you by chance know the story about just who this blade once belonged to?" he asked the smith with a curious gaze, his father was a demon knight, who wore armor that had wolf designs on it. the man may be dead with his name forgotten with time, but his title certainly lived on, the demon wolf knight that betrayed Haroch and helped the good people against the demon lord's evil.

it seemed that the sword isn't known here, shame, he'd hoped that charlie would know considering his current occupation. either way it seems that time had run out and they'd need to bring the bag of metal to the store. still he supposed it'd be useful to go there considering the journey. he looked at James and agreed on the gathering supplies tid bit. he smirked in amusement as he struggled to get the tools, when he asked him to carry them he chuckled "its alright man." he put his weapons away and then picked up the bag, slinging it over his shoulder. he decided to tease "I'm sure your twigs will get some muscle on them during the journey." he stated with a smirk with amusement in his eyes as they walked out of the blacksmith building.