• ^{_{After sketching Steampunk Jaeling, I just had to write out their adventures. I just had to... lmao}}

[CONTENTID2]Iron Smoke Sin[/CONTENTID2][CONTENTID1]

"One room, please, if you will!" With a cheerful smile, the little woman hands over a thin disk to the hairless, middle-aged man standing behind the wooden counter.

"Of course. Of course. Just one moment, miss." With the disk firmly held between fleshy fingers, the man flips down his magnifying goggles and examines the material. To his utmost delight, he finds what he expects to find. Precious. "Yes, yes! I knew it!" He snaps his goggles back up and nods.  "I knew there was something special about this metal just by its weight. As light as a feather, this one. You must be Miss Xinling, the renowned blade smith in Smoke Province. Yes, yes. And this... this here..." His warm, brown eyes shift to her companion, a tall, slender man with unruly black hair sticking out from underneath a stiff cap. "This must be your soon-to-be husband... am I correct?"

"Please, if you will... I do not wish to be reminded of that masochistic pig of a man."

"Ho-ho, so the rumors are true, I see. Then, this man... this man must be..."

"My younger brother."

"Ah, Master Jaejoong, the gunner from the East. What an honor, what an honor. The two of you make quite the duo."

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