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"Hey there, Xilonen! So, about the sunglasses you made me last time... Got a couple of details I'd like to adjust, especially with the temple tip patterning... Hmm? Where'd she go? It's not even time for her lunch break yet... Hey! Xilonen! You there? C'mon, let's go over the particulars of the glasses manufacturing process again—"

—Thus exclaimed Mavuika at a high volume in front of Xilonen's workshop

◆ Xilonen

◆ Ardent Flames Forge the Soul

◆ Nanatzcayan Smith

◆ Vision: Geo

◆ Constellation: Panthera Ocelota

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Xilonen's skill with the forge is renowned throughout Natlan.

Many come from far and wide to pay homage to her superb skill. Some hope to commission her to forge them weapons, while others only seek to see the visage of this great smith, such that they might have information of great interest to talk about.

But Xilonen couldn't care less about what all her customers are thinking. No matter what kind of ridiculous, fancy titles others give her, before all the honors and accolades, she is first and foremost an artisan. All she need do is refine the ore, and surely and steadfastly hammer it into its final shape one blow at a time, in accordance with the customer's requirements.

Reputation will not strengthen the blows of her hammer upon the anvil, nor will slander cool the coals of her furnace.

However, when a customer steps into her workshop, it is not the heat of the furnace that welcomes them, but rather a long form filled with blanks needing to be filled in.

"I'm happy to take the commission. But first, we need to iron out the details."

"Effective communication means efficient work. Come on, let's talk about just what you want."

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