[Lloyd] Waitin' on a friend--I mean. Some other relevant header goes here.
[In a not-so-remote corner of this place can be found what looks like an outdoor workshop of sorts: several tables, an old-style kiln, stacks of wood, a couple different saws, sharpening stones, the basic tools that any blacksmith or carpenter would be content with having are all arranged in this area.
Seated at the workbench under an arched overhang is Lloyd, preoccupied with his task at hand--which, at the moment, is studying a bladeless hilt as he turns it over in his fingers thoughtfully. Leaning over, he pokes at the fire in the oven to make it flare before returning to the tools scattered over his workspace.
His own swords are leaning against a nearby wall where he left them, ignored for the time being.
Has anyone ever seen him so concentrated on something? Probably not.]
Seated at the workbench under an arched overhang is Lloyd, preoccupied with his task at hand--which, at the moment, is studying a bladeless hilt as he turns it over in his fingers thoughtfully. Leaning over, he pokes at the fire in the oven to make it flare before returning to the tools scattered over his workspace.
His own swords are leaning against a nearby wall where he left them, ignored for the time being.
Has anyone ever seen him so concentrated on something? Probably not.]