As Vynar slowly stalked through the streets of Newgate, he was looking for a silent place to continue practicing weaponsmithing. After a few hours of going through the city, he finally took a left at a crevice in an alley he had visited many numerous times but never bothered. He knelt down in a silent place in the town and unrolled a pack from his back, showing a small hammer and some steel. He took the hammer and muttered a few words, a dark force surrounding the hammer and then vanishing, strengthening the hammer enough to work with it.

After a half an hour of working at the steel, making it sharp enough to pierce leather and mortally wound a man, he took the hammer and slipped it into the pack. He picked up the steel and flipped it through his fingers, ignoring the wounds the sharp blade was giving his fingers and the blood getting on the steel and just looking it over, for a part not perfect enough for what he had been going for. Satisfied, he slipped the steel into his pack alongside the hammer and then closing his pack and sticking it back on his back. He then stood up and continued his walk through Newgate.