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Cry hummed as he floated calmly into the shop, wearing his usual extremely clean green jacket and blank expressioned mask. He glanced around at the weapons with a faint interest, the pentagram necklace poking out of his shirt.

Almaro heard the door open, looking over from his work table with a smile, "Welcome! I'll be with you in a moment!" He called. When he finished working on a sword, he left it on the table and walked over, smiling at Cry, "Hello, sir. How may I help you?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I'm just.. looking." he replied, glancing at a sword and raising an eyebrow.

Almaro himself had a sword on his hip, a very large sword. He chuckled, "Well, if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask, okay?" He looked at the sword that Cry was looking at, "Ah, the falchion? That's a two-handed melee weapon. I have a custom-made sword, so it's not classified as anything normal."

"I have my own sword too" he murmured quietly as he glanced around, walking forward and examining the forge carefully. "I always carry it with me" he added.

"As do I, since I tend to get into quite a bit of fights around here." He put a hand on his sword, grinning, "I believe it was 7 years ago when I made my first sword," he said, "13 years old. But enough about me, are you just here to look around? Maybe buy a weapon or need one fixed?"

He shrugged, "I just thought I would look around a bit" he replied. It was obvious he was a very powerful being, given that he was floating in mid air, refusing to actually walk.

Almaro raised an eyebrow as Cry floated, but nodded, "Alright. Take your time, then," he said, "I'm going to go work on a mace someone asked me to fix." He said, walking towards the back where he worked on weapons.

He watched him walk away and glanced at the weapons before taking out his necklace, walking after him and placing close to a thousand dollars on the desk, "I'd like to use your forge" he said calmly.

Almaro looked surprised by how much money was placed on his desk, looking at Cry in shock, "Why do you want to use it?" He asked, still in shock. He hadn't seen that much money in quite a long time.

"I want to work on my sword." he said simply. his voice blank as he directed the face of his mask to Almaro.

Almaro frowned, "I usually don't let just anyone use my forge..." He said, then sighed, "But if it's to work on your sword, I guess I could let you." He turned around and walked into the back room, coming back after a moment with a cup. He took a small sip, then looked at Cry, "Would you like some tea?" He asked.

"Tea..." he thought for a moment, "Okay" he replied, taking his necklace and pressing down the gem in the middle of the pentagram.

Almaro went back in the small room and brought out another cup, handing it to Cry, "Here you are," he smiled, then noticed Cry messing with his necklace, "Ah, are you pagan?" He asked, glancing at his masked face.

"Pagan?" he replied, tilting his head, "Pagan? No. I don't participate in any religion. They're all kind of wrong." he replied before the necklace finally let out a whoosh kind of sound and a large red fiery looking sword extended in front of him, a severe heat radiating off of it, "Theeeere we go" he muttered, "I need to fix that kink." he added.

Almaro blinked, looking confused as the sword appeared, "How...?" He furrowed his eyebrows, feeling the intemse heat coming off of the large sword and wincing.

He walked up to the forge and took one of the smaller tools, beginning to open up the handle, "This thing is always acting up" he muttered. Carmano, the small white creature of Cry's began sipping Cry's tea, which was on the table next to Almaro's.

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Almaro looked at Carmano and blinked, leaning closer to him, "What is this?" He asked, slowly reaching out and rubbing Carmano's head with his index finger.

Carmano blinked faintly, not protesting.

"Sup guy. Carmano" he replied, tinkering his sword.

"He's...pretty cute..." Almaro said, continuing to gently pet Carmano's head with his finger. "Hello there," he said to Carmano, "Are you enjoying that tea?"

Carmano looked up at him blankly, beginning to spin in a circle, "Supsupsupsupsupsupsup" he repeated.

Cry paid no attention to Carmano as he pulled out a few golden springs from his enchanted sword, toying with the circuits.

Almaro chuckled, "I guess that's a yes, huh?" He smiled and looked over at Cry's sword, "That's a pretty complicated sword you got there," he said.

Cry didn't bother looking back, his eyes glued to the circuitry of his sword as if it were a bomb. "Yes." he agreed.