Completed [Sultros Blades] Fire and Water {Ronan}

[Hadyn Skellig]

Winter 509

The hiss of metal cooling echoed in the confines of the smithy, mist erupting from the water and bathing the blacksmith's skin in a sweaty sheen. Closing her eyes against the steam the woman clenched the tongs around the sword's blade as it was quenched. Her expression was that of grim determination, willing her mind to remain singularly focused. Once the water did its job the weaponsmith pulled the unfinished blade from the barrel and placed it back in the fire for its final heating.

She was exhausted, having spent most of her time in the smithy to avoid being alone with her thoughts. With something to put her mind to Hadyn was much more content. Pulling the thick blackened leather gloves from her hands, the woman took pause in the warm room, listening to the fire and trying to remember her next task for the afternoon.

[Ronan Dugal]

Winter, 13th, Year 509 (Afternoon) A young man, in his early twenties, walked down the street, a large backpack like object on his back. The construction he was carrying looked like an L shape, with the vertical line resting against his back. On the horizontal line, a large piece of cloth was wrapped around a set of items, hidden beneath the cloth. From the sweat and pace of the young man one could tell that he had either come a long way with his goods or the goods were putting quite a strain on his stamina. With his forearm he wiped away the sweat on his forehead, attempting to at least look less fatigued. Taking a few deep breaths the boy relaxed himself before walking into the smithy. Like any other day, Ronan was doing a mix of any and all odd jobs that he could come across. For now he was combining a delivery of goods to this blacksmith with a request from a somewhat wealthier merchant to have his blade fixed after it had snapped during practice of some sort. What the merchant hadn't mentioned was that he had been drunk and had attempted to kill one of the armor statues in the upper city restaurant he had been in. What he also hadn't mentioned was that he had missed and had hit the wall next to it with full force. But Ronan didn't need those mentions. He just did the job and got the pay for it, as long as it was within what little he knew of the law. As he walked in, he habitually knocked on the frame of the entrance, as the shop didn't really have a door. And he could understand why. The cold from the winter must have felt very good for the blacksmith who was constant hammering away over a large roaring fire. To Ronan, however, the heat of the fire was nice and welcomed, compared to the cold of the winter outside. Besides his package on his back, Ronan was also carrying the sword, sheathed in an ornamental leather and silver scabbard. The young man's clothes, patched together from pieces of different clothes, and the way he carried himself did not match the cost of such a weapon and scabbard, yet here he was carrying it around. To Ronan, it didn't matter what people thought of him or the weapon. He had a job and he would see it through. "Good morning, sir blacksmith. Delivery for you." Ronan said as he noticed the figure of the blacksmith.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn nearly jumped out of her skin as the man's voice reached her. She hadn't expected a customer - so caught up in her own thoughts. Placing the leather gloves down, the woman turned to greet the customer, a polite expression on her face. It didn't phase her that he thought she was a man. Understandable given the profession. She found it was easier not to address the mistake, instead brushing right past it was an amiable smile.

The fellow seemed around her age, a traveler by the looks of him. Worn clothes and a weary disposition. She couldn't place him. An outsider perhaps. Despite his homespun attire his weaponry appeared expensive and well made. She eyed it for a moment before offering him a nod.

"Welcome to Sultros," she intoned, taking a few steps toward him. "What can I do for you this afternoon?"

[Ronan Dugal]

Ronan looked at the female blacksmith in front of him. He had thought that the blacksmith had been a little on the... thin side, considering his profession and all and now it turns out he wasn't even a he. With a slight smile on his face, Ronan happily noticed the fact that the woman either hadn't heard or didn't care about the his mistake in her gender. She was not bad looking, he had to admit. Although a little bit too much muscle for his style, which was normal considering her profession. He smiled right back at her as the reached for the bag on his carrier. "Delivery for you, miss." He pulled the bag from his back, the sound of metal clinking together was quite obvious as he did. Ronan had no idea what was in it, as he never checked nor really cared. He was just the messenger-slash-delivery boy. "And this came in as well. It's the sword of... my master. He broke it when he got a little carried away during practice. Would it be possible for you to repair it?" Ronan held out the sheathed sword towards the blacksmith. The master part had been a lie, which could easily be told by the pause in his speech. With both his deliveries done, Ronan felt already much lighter. The heat was warming him up a little and returning some color to his cheeks, besides wind frozen blue. His eyes shifted around the shop as he noticed all the tools and weapons lying around. It looked like this was a weaponsmith. He stood there quietly as he waited for the woman to do whatever it was she needed to do. It was obvious from the way he stood that he was either expecting something or wanted to say or do something.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn nodded as he retrieved the bag, accepting and placing it on the table. It was the sword that held her interest. She didn't much care for the explanation, her eyed on the weapon. She received the sword in its scabbard, taking note of the weight and feel. Stepping to the table, she placed the sword on its surface before removing it from the sheath. The blade was completely snapped. Her brow furrowed as she observed the jagged edge from whence the end of the blade attached.

"A fairly unfortunate blow," she murmured as she held the weapon by its hilt, testing the build and design. Definitely not one of hers. It wasn't made by any of the Sultros employees. It appeared more ornamental than functional. The blade was brittle, simply asking to be broken. Returning the broken sword to the sheath she turned to the delivery boy.

"I cannot fix it," she replied simply. "I can forge a new one. Remove what's left of the tang and use the same hilt if your master pleases. But this blade was not made for the purpose of practice or protection. What'll it be?"

She observed him as she waited for an answer. She was ready to give him an estimate should he ask. It wouldn't take her too long to refit the sword. She could've reheated the blade and affixed a separate piece to the end but he'd still be left with the brittle base. No, best just to remake the whole thing.

[Ronan Dugal]

Ronan chuckled slightly to himself as the woman spoke about the blow that had shattered the sword. Unfortunate indeed. Poor wall. It probably didn't even suffer a scratch from the attack but it had completely won over the sword. He listened as she explained that the sword couldn't be fixed, only remade. This was not good news and unforeseen as well. With his hands, Ronan started to dig in all his pockets, looking for something. "Well... If you can't fix it...hmm... I guess remaking it is the next best thing, right? Now where is it... Ah? No. So yeah... It's not a proper sword, more for show, really, so it doesn't have to be... you know. All fancy and expensive like. Aha." Ronan reached into one of the pockets on the inside of his outfit, a trick he had learned quite a few years ago, and pulled out a purse. The purse was, like the sword, very nicely finished and obviously worth more on its own than all of Ronan's belongings together. With a light shake of the purse, Ronan listened to the jingling coming from inside. "This is probably around 15 GM, for the repairs. Would that be enough to make a new blade for the sword?" If it wasn't then it wasn't Ronan's problem. He just made deliveries and there had been no mention of it being possibly unrepairable. "Err..." Ronan wasn't sure if now was a good time to ask something of the blacksmith, who seemed to be very interested in the sword and in fixing it. He was curious if she could make him something that he could use to defend himself. And how much it would cost. "While you're not too busy err... do you euhm like make small weapons as well? Perhaps for throwing or something?" Oh yeah, great show of confidence there, buddy. Ronan gave himself a mental, sarcastic pat on the shoulder.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn was still caught up in the broken sword, her attention fleeting as the boy spoke again. It didn't register that he was speaking directly to her for several chimes. When he fell silent, she looked up, eyebrows raised. She tried to piece together his last statement before speaking.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she intoned with a grin. "I could certainly make something like that. A throwing blade is what you're looking for, yes?"

She set the weapon down and watched him. Couldn't say she'd seen him before but that wasn't saying much. Something of an introvert Hadyn didn't pay much attention to the denizen of Syliras unless they were in direct contact. As it was it seemed she was simply floating through this year, the loss of her brother and betrayal of Tobias still sitting heavy on her heart. But she offered the young man a kind smile.

"Any particular size? Most folk prefer twins when it comes to throwing daggers. Ornamental hilt or unadorned? A sheath to go with it?"

There were many questions for such a seemingly simple request. Hadyn prided her skills in the smithy and took care with each order that it was made to her own high standard. She watched the fellow for a response. Didn't seem he was used to ordering weapons for himself.

[Ronan Dugal]

Ronan nodded enthusiastically. Something that would allow him to defend himself while remaining at a distance. He would need to increase his practice since throwing darts in a bar just didn't cut it but Ronan would be able to squeeze in some extra time for it. "Yes, something small but sharp that I can use to defend myself if needed." Ronan was overwhelmed by the amount of questions the woman had for him. How would he know all of that and what was twins anyway? Like two daggers? Ronan didn't know. A little fazed by the rush of questions he put his hands up to attempt to stop her from asking any more. "Just looking for a simple dagger. It needs to be useful, unlike that sword over there. So no decorations or anything." Ronan nodded towards the broken sword that the blacksmith woman had been looking at so interested. "Not longer than my own hand. I don't need a sheath for it at the moment, just the dagger." Ronan went over the questions again in his mind to see if he had missed any. That didn't seem to be the case. "Any idea about the price for such a weapon?" Not that he was cheap or anything but Ronan did only have a limited sum of money he could use on things besides food and shelter and it was tight even without spending it on throwing daggers he might never need. He hoped that the woman wasn't one of those expensive very skilled blacksmiths that always asked for tons of money, even for a horseshoe. But at the same time he hoped that she had enough skill to make this knife for him.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn considered a quoted price for his blade. He didn't seem particularly wealthy as evidence by his delivery of the broken sword. Stepping from around the table, she surveyed him quietly before speaking.

"Six gold Miza for standard iron. Nine for cold iron," she replied. While it wasn't good for business to haggle she was willing to drop the price for such a simple item if he didn't have the coin. Her tone implied her offer was not final. "How does that sound?"

[Ronan Dugal]

Six gold Miza for one small knife? Ronan stared at the woman in amazement. Someone actually asked such ridiculous prices for a weapon like that? Ronan shook his head, partly to negate her price and mostly because of the ridiculous price asked. "Like a bad joke that was only a little funny. How about you tell me the real price?" Ronan smiled at the woman, a cold smile that did not reach his eyes. Six gold Mizas! That was food for a whole season for Ronan. Sure, he could afford it but he wasn't going to. The throwing daggers he had seen so far had all been priced at about 1 GM each, which was already quite expensive for the young man. He'd have to carry around a couple hundred of these bags of supplies to be able to pay for a six Gold Miza throwing dagger. Ronan shrugged mentally and discarded the notion of the dagger from his mind. "When do you think you'll be able to finish the sword? My master can get very impatient." Ronan said as he tried to change the subject. Six Gold Mizas. Ridiculous.