Timestamp: 21 of the season of Winter, Year 511 A.V.
It had been quite some time since Cryos had assisted the other Isur in the Swords and Plowshare's forge, and the isur wondered how he was doing or holding up. Cryos himself was doing fine now working within his own forge, but that could change in an instant depending on whether he got more or less customers that season given Jerzy was a better blacksmith, and Cryos was merely competent in the field. But that didn't bother him, he was fine with it given he was getting more practice in by the day, with every order he took. He was well aware that he wasn't the best forger around, but aimed to become that one day.
Emerald hued eyes looked up the road as he continued walking upon it, a cold look upon his face, his outer demeanor not one to be trifled with, but that was merely a facade. Deep down, he was strongly emotional, even though he rarely showed it. The street he was walking on was long, one of Denval's main roads, and it seemed to lead right past Jerzy's forge, where the other Isur happened to be working. It seemed late enough in the day that the other Isur might be done with his work, so Cryos might be able to catch him on his way out, and see if he was interested in talking a bit about their work, or about their families, or some other subject...