As the sun was setting over the small town of Tinhir, Eglandir made the last adjustments to the latest short sword he had been crafting. He had a lovely little shop on the outskirts of town. He looked a little young for a shop-owner, but he liked his job a lot. It was the one thing he was best at, really. He put the sword down on the anvil and got up, stretching his muscles. He took his gloves off and rubbed his hands together before picking up the sword and taking it into the storefront. He lifted his cap for a moment to run a hand through his hair, and then put it right back. It was about time to close shop for the day.