A Smith's Attention ![]() 54th of Summer, 512 AV Lynes found himself walking through the inside of the Syliran castle, searching for a smith. He had signed up to go on a quest to assist the knights that were resident here. In order to do such combat he desired some armor, but he fought as a wolf, so he would need someone to craft him the armor to fit his wolf form; he would also need someone to put it on him now that he thought about it, as he couldn't do it himself in the morning. Finding himself walking had become a common thing, he had come to the realization that he was constantly moving, that he would never just relax and take in the world around him. He was either asleep, or on the move; constantly doing something productive. Today he found himself strolling through the variety of stores, looking for one that appeared like someone that would craft Kelvic armor to fit, perhaps even for a fairly low price. As he walked his mind began to wander, he thought that perhaps he should really seek out someone to bond with, he needed that company, that companionship. Maybe he wouldn't find it here, in a city full of knights, bound by their honor and their rules. There may have been a city out there that lacked the honor and the rules, one that he could find someone to bond with. To leave his home city in search of a bond mate may be his next true adventure. He found himself looking at a short blacksmith pounding away on a heat treated piece of metal laid upon an anvil. This would be his choice, if the man turned him away then so be it, if not then he was up one set of armor, although he still would need someone to put the plates on him. Maybe it wasn't the best choice to ask a weapon smith to make him armor plating, but perhaps it would cheaper that way. On Lynes' waist sat a brown bag, containing six hundred mizas, all that Lynes had, although he was unaware of how much this would generally cost. The short male stood with his left arm forward, holding the metal, the arm was a charcoal color with bright veins running through it; his bare torso was no different, although the veins were less defined. He had red hair, like that of the mountain people, pulled into a ponytail. He had a patch of hair at the bottom of his chin as well as brown eyes. The man had broad shoulders and a built body, he looked everything like a blacksmith and maybe that's why he was the one that Lynes had chosen. Lynes approached this stout man, but stayed far enough away to not interfere with his metal crafting. Trying to speak up louder than the pounding of the hammer Lynes chimed in, “Scuse me sir, I was looking to get some armor smithing done and thought you would be the man for the job. Is that true?” |