Mrk'grsh'traklar was in his forge. The clang of metal, the heat from the stove and the heavy tools in his hands were his eternal companions in life. Blacksmithing was his favorite hobby, something that burned with him no less than fighting. With the help of his talent, he forged his two blades, which he was more proud of than any other achievement... Once again, being at the workplace and experimenting with metal alloys, Mark heard a noise, a discussion. Looking out of his forge for a moment, he narrowed his three eyes as he peered forward, studying the situation from afar... On the main island, where there was a teleportation skint and Never's house on a winding tree, Crimson spotted both worldwalkers, John and Lololoshka, and next to them you... Did they bring someone here again? Mark frowned, but he did not intervene, staying at his place, just silently watching.