Isurian Forges [Plaza][Vinrir]

[Jassil Ironhammer Terras]

Timestamp: Summer 64, 494 Jassil made her way down to the Plaza. As much as she loved this city, and her current freedom, she needed to get to work, honest and true work. She'd enjoyed her time wrestling at some of the parks, and learning some blacksmithing, and dabbling in a few magics, but it wasn't what her life was meant for. She was Terras clan, and she was meant to smith. Unfortunately, she did not have an apprenticeship, or even a job. What to do, what to do. The plaza was filled with the Isurians of the city, market stalls bubbling with sales. The hustle and bustle of the people filled the pathways, isurian's going about their business. Jassil yawned for the morning work, and made her way to the area of the forges, which wasn't difficult considering the size of the area. The only problem she might have on the forges is listening to a dreaded, simple man. Few were worthy of teaching her, and of those there were few to be found, even in the great city of Sultros. But she had to seek them out, or dare disappointing her clan. Not much of a choice.

[Vinrir Stoneheart Sultros]

Vinrir was walking around the Plaza, watching the Isur milling about, taking care of their business. He came down here often to watch and listen, to try to gauge the how content the members of each clan were. He wanted to see them united more than they were, which at often times seemed a mere thread binding them all thanks to the Valterrian that had eliminated half of their clans, forcing the rest to band to together to survive, pulling all of their strengths together. It was a weak thread, stretched to tension breaking points constantly, especially in the Council of Five as each Clan leader vied for position and power. Sighing the Sultros Isur cast the thoughts out of his head, turning to leave. As he turned, his eyes fell on an unfamiliar sight among the patrons. It was the contrasting purple arm of a Terras Isur. She stood there, looking about as if she was trying to find someone or something, but at the same time with this look of disdain upon her face. Probably the fact so many men were here and in positions of power, a direct contradiction to the morals of Clan Terras who were, in the nicest terms, believers in females of males. Vinrir was debating on whether or not to talk to her ad hav to deal with her attitude about men, when it cleared his mind this was his Kingdom, he was of the bloodline of Izurdin and would own that god-given title and birthright. Turning his steps to her, he walked towards her with purpose and confidence, or mostly so still wondering how she would react. "Greeting Sister of Izurdin. What are you looking for?" He asked her bluntly, the anticipation of a confrontation putting him in an extremely blunt mood with her. OOCDo not forget the timestamp

[Jassil Ironhammer Terras]

OOCI am soooooooooooo sorry! I totally forgot about this thread at first, and then I wasn't even sure if I had started it until I finally looked it up. Again, so sorry! Well well well. A male who got to the point, straight and simple. A male with an actually good quality. Maybe Lady Terras should hear of this. Then again, any male with a good quality must have overbearing bad qualities. From a look at him, noticing his Sultros, red colored arm, Jassil guessed that he had an overbearing nature, along with probably a giant hole where his ability for tact should be. Well, she could stand that. ' "Evening, Isur of Sultros. I was wondering if you could direct me to the forging masters. If I have to deal with any man of sultros for an apprenticeship, he at least had better be halfway decent at what he's planning to teach me. Where would I find them?" Even Jassil could be terribly blunt.