"Three hundred years since I'd heard the rumors. Since I met that colt… it's surprising just how quickly time can pass. And still, the hammer swings away within the confines of the Castle.

Never missing a beat.

Never making a mistake.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Then again, it's what he prefers. The solitude, and the quiet conversations he and his tools have. I make it a point to visit now and again, but it seems he's finally used to things.

Three hundred years since Flame's Reach received its inhabitant, and began producing some of the greatest weapons the Royal Guard has ever seen."