Isur to Isur (Landeril)

by **Cryos Bladebane** on February 20th, 2012, 11:51 am

Timestamp: 21 of the season of Winter, Year 511 A.V.

It had been quite some time since Cryos had assisted the other Isur in the Swords and Plowshare's forge, and the isur wondered how he was doing or holding up. Cryos himself was doing fine now working within his own forge, but that could change in an instant depending on whether he got more or less customers that season given Jerzy was a better blacksmith, and Cryos was merely competent in the field. But that didn't bother him, he was fine with it given he was getting more practice in by the day, with every order he took. He was well aware that he wasn't the best forger around, but aimed to become that one day.

Emerald hued eyes looked up the road as he continued walking upon it, a cold look upon his face, his outer demeanor not one to be trifled with, but that was merely a facade. Deep down, he was strongly emotional, even though he rarely showed it. The street he was walking on was long, one of Denval's main roads, and it seemed to lead right past Jerzy's forge, where the other Isur happened to be working. It seemed late enough in the day that the other Isur might be done with his work, so Cryos might be able to catch him on his way out, and see if he was interested in talking a bit about their work, or about their families, or some other subject...

by **Landeril Shieldus** on February 21st, 2012, 5:22 am

The green-tint of the Isur's arm would give him away as he walked past Cyros, stopping with a blink. His short form turned towards the man as he held up an hand, the left one, speaking in Isurian, "Greetings brother, well met on this road. It is good to see you again". The Coglias Isur spoke softly, his voice warm in greeting. He seemed tired, moving slow, and gently. His arm seemed well worked as he lifted the longswords onto his shoulder, displaying them at leisure with a soft smile on his face.

by **Cryos Bladebane** on May 5th, 2012, 11:41 pm

Cryos stopped for a moment, when the other isur held up his green arm to allow him to pause. Blinking for a moment, he looked towards him through emerald hued eyes, his red hued arm hanging down at it's side as he looked towards Landeril. This was the Isur I had briefly assisted before meeting with Jerzy, he thought, and then nodded his head towards him. "Well met as well," he began, speaking in Isurian, as he watched the man carefully. "And good to see you again as well... what brings you to this part of Denval?" he asked simply, looking towards the other Isur with plain intent in his eyes, and wondering what he happened to be doing here, whether he had just come from Jerzy's forge, or what he was doing in that part of town anyways...