Smack, Smack, SMACK! Ozlo hit the ingot for the umpteenth time, doing his best to get it to take the shape he desired.

"Go on, you can do it, don't just beat the metal, BE the metal. See how it flows, take note of the way it bends. Different metals and even different purities of the same metal react differently under pressure and heat. But if you've got an eye for it, you can make it whatever you want."

Ozlo did his best to ignore Burgin. Not because he disagreed with what he was saying or even that he disliked hearing it. He had just heard the same thing over and over as Burgin tried to guide him through the process of making a simple knife.

"That's... It's acceptable. Quench the blade and we'll throw it in the bargain bin once I've slapped a handle on there. You're doing good lad, a bit better every day."

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"Thanks Master Burgin."

"Don't thank me lad, thank yourself. You're the one putting in the hard work. And don't think I'm doing ye any charity boy. The better you get-"

"The more you make, yeah yeah."

"Are you giving me lip boy? Because if you're giving me lip-"

"Then you're going to give me a tongue lashing yourself." Ozlo once again interrupted.

"Ah... You know lad, maybe that card smartened you up a bit too much. You've certainly got yourself a smart mouth after all. Anyway boy, it's about time you head to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you." Burgin chuckled to himself.

Ozlo racked his brain trying to figure out what was so important about tomorrow. "The CDF! How could I have forgotten? I have more practice tomorrow."

Burgin clapped Ozlo on the back, dragging him out of his thoughts. "Boy, clean up your tools and wash the filth off your face. You finally get a brain in your head and instead of using it to learn you daydream."

"Yes Master." Ozlo replied.