The fall of his hammer isn't a delicate affair, and it'll be hard for anyone passing to fail to note the familiar sound of strenuous work, the ring of steel and grunts of effort making a surely pleasant backdrop to Integra's nice day out. His sturdy leather apron offers some measure of protection, and he falls into the rhythm of what he's doing with ease that's every day getting, well, more easy.

In Arum, he had no illusions about leaving soldiering behind for good. In Baedal, he wonders, sometimes.