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[Maximus Gears]

1st of Summer 513 AV The Valintar had received him, assessed him and given him a title, one which had value which he was slow to grasp because his home operated on a system of government dominated by clans and not by profession. An Avora, that was what he was called here. It was no word for stranger or outsider, but that for a craftsman... Strange, how the choice leaving home would ultimately bring him somewhere that reminded him of it. But this was not Sultros, this was Wind Reach and in this place he wouldn't be so haunted by the disappointment of family or the expectations of friends. Here he only had to fill a daily quota and then the rest of the time he would be able to spend in perfecting his craft. For the first time in many years he would be able to work at the forge free of the distractions which plagued him back at home. He would not be told which was the better method, or that he was making a mistake, he would be able to learn and grow, he would be able to falter and rise again on his own merits. Most of all he would no longer have to be compared to the senior smiths or those his age who had far outstripped him. Finding the Arms Galley was no easy task, but for the life of him he had this hunch that had he followed his nose and ears the scents and sounds would have been enough to lead him hear. Certainly the cacophony of noises were loud enough to dissuade many people from wandering there, but far from discouraging him each hammer stroke, each roaring flame and every spark that he saw in the distance attracted him to the galley. And step by step he drew closer and closer, his dark vision banishing the darkness from his gaze so he might observe his new workplace with all the curiosity of a child.