"Uh... right." Flynn mumbles nervously, watching the hot metal spew after each strike of the man's hammer. Grabbing the axles from the table, Flynn was careful not to drop them as he began to head back to the wagon. These lil' jobs were taking no time at all, which was always a bonus.
"Thank ye'..." Flynn mumbled nervously to the blacksmith, before hurriedly getting out of there; back to fresh air..
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