Vimos hadn't been waiting long. The man that owned, ran, and worked in the Ironworks Forge within the Syliras Fortress City stepped out from behind the counter to personally meet this newcomer. Ros, turns out, was no man at all, but an Isur like Vimos. "I hope you find the Ironworks suitable, brother." The Isur, just about the same size and height of Vimos spoke in a soft but rough voice. "We work hard here to make sure it is the best in the region. Of course, the Fires of Sultros will never be correctly compared to this small place, but in Sylira, you'll find none better." Ros grinned faintly as he extended his hand towards Vimos. "Ros of clan Vizerian. What do you call yourself? I get many costumers here, and even on occasion Isur like us. What are you searching for?" |