85 Fall 519 While the forge had not been finished long in the Demesne, Crylon already had plans to use it. Today he had also run into some passing Svefra on the docks who happened to have some metal onboard, and had been willing to part with the bar of steel that was ready to be worked in a smithy. A gold miza bought him the bar, enough to make a small item such as he intended. At least, with some help, as he had not yet actually used steel in forging. But he felt he had the skill, and was to try making something for Kelski. Namely a dagger, a weapon he had seen her use quite a few times. While the first attempt might not be too high quality, he still wanted to try, and felt gifting his first work of steel to Kelski would mean something to the Kelvic from her own understanding of Crylon making things like forging metal. Carrying the fresh bar of steel Crylon headed to the forge, to find someone was already there. A human man, young even on human terms by his looks, he took one look at Crylon the Isur and knew a fellow smith when he saw one. Tossing his head in a nod at the Isur, the man greeted him. "Names Jackson. You looking to make something? You must be that Isur, I've heard about you, but don't think we have had the chance to meet. I am a smith. Whats your name?" Crylon nodded, glad there was understanding between the two at least at some level. “Yes. Is Crylon. Am here, want make something of steel. Other metal, use fore, not yet use steel. So may need... Direction. But want make dagger, for Kelski. Also not make weapon fore, but is want try.” Jackson smiled at Crylon, motioning him over. "That is fine, just fine. I will show you the ropes so to speak. Though I assume you know, it being your first work, it probably wont be too good? Yes, you know that. Still, maybe she will like the thought. I was just finishing heating the forge, about to make some horseshoes. But I can put that off. Help me get the fire going, up to the proper heat for steel, and I will show you what to do." Crylon nodded, smiling at the man, at once finding familiarity with the similarly skilled human he did not often find with other humans he met. Crylon nodded and moved over to work the bellows, feeding air into the fire as he did. From the closeness of the flames he felt sweat begin to form on his bare chest, a bead rolling down his normal arm, a welcome feeling he had been experiencing for many years. Home was the forge, and to him a forge of any type was home. Even far into human lands, and away from other Isur he could find a place of worship for Izurdin and craft something of use all at the same time. WC: 507 OOC note :
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