Chachan took the sword again with a small nod and returned to his workbench. In short order he had produced a file, oil, and a proper whetstone, which were all set out before him like a surgeon preparing for a major operation. Though, given the calm and ease that he went about wetting the blade itself and beginning to file lightly at the edge, it was certainly not as dire a task as that.
"So, um... Ms. Jana," the Lalafell chirped as he meticulously revealed the edge of the large blade an ilm at a time. "What brings ya 'round? Jus' comin' ta say hi, 'r didja need me fer somethin'? If'n it's th' second one, I should be done wit this pretty quick-like. Ya can feel free ta sit on th' bench 'r at th' kotatsu rather'n jus' hangin' out by th' door. Or not, I 'spose, whichev'r ya like."
"So, um... Ms. Jana," the Lalafell chirped as he meticulously revealed the edge of the large blade an ilm at a time. "What brings ya 'round? Jus' comin' ta say hi, 'r didja need me fer somethin'? If'n it's th' second one, I should be done wit this pretty quick-like. Ya can feel free ta sit on th' bench 'r at th' kotatsu rather'n jus' hangin' out by th' door. Or not, I 'spose, whichev'r ya like."
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