5 Summer 518 Crylon was walking into Thorin's forge for another day of crafting, when he was oddly enough met by Thorin himself. Usually the man kept to himself, didn't talk a lot, or was back in his office if not working the forge. Crylon had not really spoken more than a few words to the man over the years he'd worked there, beginning as an apprenticeship and moving on to other things. Now though he'd recently been hired for a new job using his skills as an Architect. He'd of late not been spending as much time at Thorin's working, focused on his job as he was. He assumed this was why Thorin was wanting to talk with him. When the smith opened his mouth therefore Crylon was not immediately surprised by his words. He was however somewhat surprised by his acceptance. “So, I hear you've got a new job? Well, congratulations. You can still come by, do some work, forge, if you want, we can always use an extra skilled hand. But I'm not going to hold you here. Nothing wrong with moving along in the world.” Crylon, a surprised expression sliding into a smile nodded a few times, not sure what to say. “Oh, and I also got you something, kind of as a congratulations gift. Don't worry, it didn't cost too much, I got it cheap from a shop a few seasons back when it took my interest and they were trying to get rid of it, and its just been sitting in storage since. But I thought it might fit you.” As he said this Thorin eyed Crylon up and down once, as if measuring the length of a blade. The man quickly turned and walked off, returning a chime later with a large weapon in his hand. A weapon, in actuality, larger than Crylon. Or longer than he was tall. The long wooden haft with a metal cap at the bottom end was by itself Crylon's height of five feet. At the other end the weapon fattened and was covered in metal, steel over this fatter head. But that wasn't all, as along with the head being made of steel, in and of itself perhaps working as a decent club, that head was covered in steel protrusions- steel barbs each coming to a wicked point. And, Crylon thought to himself, when swung with the full momentum of the length of the haft coming to strike with considerable force. A blunt and a piercing weapon, all in one. “I thought it'd fit you. You being an Isur, you could use something with a bit of reach, since you don't naturally have much of one. But I'd advise getting some training in how to use it, or your more liable to hurt yourself than whatever you swing at. Maybe the Dojo on the lakeshore.” “Thorin... I... Thank you...” Crylon reached out, taking the offered weapon in a two handed grip. The head stood above his own, the extra foot of barbed steel as if it stood atop his noggin. “Its called a Wolf's Teeth Club, after the points on the head. Now go on, get out of here and do what you do.” Crylon nodded, thanking Thorin once more before heading out. He'd stopped by his room to drop off the weapon, as he didn't think it would be wise to bring a live weapon with him to train until he'd learned how to use it. Then it'd be a ride across the lake to the lakeshore, to find the Dojo Thorin had mentioned. He'd not considered it before, but it did seem a good idea to learn to fight, both with a weapon and without one. WC: 618 |