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Tony was in the armoury, still fuming about starting as a Prova, but thinking it best to get on with his crafting and prove he was better the a Prova. He'd was in the middle of fixing a pair of daggers he found with Neela. They were rather plain at the moment. Bent out of place, both missing a pair of what he assumed were once shiny gems, with dull edges and rough handles. Any other wolf, well except the ones who knew what he knew Tony supposed, would have discarded it into the piles and pile of debris and rubble in the city of Halifax. Sometimes he would have and sometimes he actually had. Believe it or not there were just some things he couldn't fix. His hammer came up and down in soft grunts as it hit the metal of the daggers bringing it back into place. Still he would have to fine stones of something to fit into the empty sockets.
He wasn't using any fire, and so his work was quickly put away. Granted it was lazy tidying, pushing everything to one side but Tony was happy with it like that. Moving out of the room Tony spotted his sister and instantly frowned. He'd almost forgotten about her and this 'Gunnar' and now it came back to him, worsening his mood. He wouldn't let his anger fall out on his sister now would he? 'Hey! Fia' he called out, almost casually.
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