2nd Day of Summer
9th Bell
Hadyn rubbed two fingers in a circular motion at her temple, hoping to massage the headache away as the door to the smithy shut. Sultros Blades had seen an influx of patrons this morning leaving the two smiths working the floor exhausted before the morning was fully ripe. A stream of commissions had just come in, barely giving Hadyn enough time to record them properly before the next one came up. A thin stack of parchment lay haphazardly on the counter. Glancing Cillian's way the brunette tossed him a tired grin which he belatedly returned before taking his leave.
Once he passed through the door into the smithy proper Hadyn made her way around the counter and began the process of tidying up. Stacking the sheaf of paper she heard the sound of a hammer monotonously working iron. Cillian was finally back where he ought to have been this whole time. Neither smith fancied the customer service part of the job, their passion for the craft centered around the actual process of weaponsmithing. But Cillian didn't have the best bedside manners and was interminably gruff with customers, especially in the morning. Hadyn at least made a go at civility under stress.
Brown eyes surveyed the shop as she made quick work of the counter space, wiping spilled ink and tossing the rag aside. Already the heat had her fatigued. It would be a long and sweltering summer it seemed.
9th Bell
Hadyn rubbed two fingers in a circular motion at her temple, hoping to massage the headache away as the door to the smithy shut. Sultros Blades had seen an influx of patrons this morning leaving the two smiths working the floor exhausted before the morning was fully ripe. A stream of commissions had just come in, barely giving Hadyn enough time to record them properly before the next one came up. A thin stack of parchment lay haphazardly on the counter. Glancing Cillian's way the brunette tossed him a tired grin which he belatedly returned before taking his leave.
Once he passed through the door into the smithy proper Hadyn made her way around the counter and began the process of tidying up. Stacking the sheaf of paper she heard the sound of a hammer monotonously working iron. Cillian was finally back where he ought to have been this whole time. Neither smith fancied the customer service part of the job, their passion for the craft centered around the actual process of weaponsmithing. But Cillian didn't have the best bedside manners and was interminably gruff with customers, especially in the morning. Hadyn at least made a go at civility under stress.
Brown eyes surveyed the shop as she made quick work of the counter space, wiping spilled ink and tossing the rag aside. Already the heat had her fatigued. It would be a long and sweltering summer it seemed.