52 C52. The Eccentric Blacksmith

Azar listlessly left Albert's side and went deeper down the hall to find someone. For some reason when they were making their choice of rooms, he chose the one at the extreme end, furthest away from the others and hadn't been out since.

Azar wasn't equip to handle people like him and always did his best to avoid any form of lengthy conversation with him, mostly he would send someone in his place but he had no such luck this time.

He soon approached the last door at the end of the hall and could faintly hear the sounds of metal striking metal coming from behind the door which made him frown. They had only been here a day and he was already so settled in that he was now using his room as a workstation. Azar didn't like it when people toke advantage of others and he wouldn't be kind to anyone that did, even if Bungo was a bit strange, he should at least have some common sense.