8 Fall, 513AV
One of many differences that Eanos found between living and working in the city of Syrilas as opposed to Sultros was the lack of specialists. In Sultros it would be a rare sword that was the product of just one smith and even then it would be a simple and cheap sword, produced for training or sale outside the city. The best swords were the products of an army of smiths and other specialists, each of whom contributed only part of the whole. From those who forged the ore, through those who made the blade, those who polished it, those who made the scabbard, those who made the scabbard fittings, those who made the handle and those who finished the handle were just part of the team.
Here in Syrilas Eanos somehow needed to be all of those and to try and do each task as well as that of someone who had made that speciality their life work. It was inevitable that his efforts would fall short, and while it was true that there were those here in the city who could adapt their skills to produce what he needed, as yet Eanos had not sought them out. It was probably something that he ought to do, but it would mean trusting the other races and Eanos had difficulty in doing that. Few here did he trust to produce a suitable standard of work, and those handful were ones that he had seen produce it consistently under his watchful eye.
With the task ahead of him, Eanos finally accepted that he needed to seek out those to whom he could set tasks. There were even some here in the forge to whom he ought to delegate certain jobs. Hadyn for example had shown a fine hand and whilst he still was of the opinion that heavy smithing was a job for a mans muscles that few women could match, there were some tasks that he could well delgate to her and ones that she would do well.
His eyes narrowed as he realised the extent of his own arrogance and stupidity. This sword needed fittings that she could easily make and make them very well, probably better than him. This day however he was attempting to refresh his memories on particular types of hilt wrapping, a task he could not delegate since there was no one in the city, Ros perhaps aside, who likely had any experience with it. Again, there were some who had the skill, better than his thick and clumsy fingers, and if he were to show them what he wanted then they could make it and better. That was certainly a route he should follow, but first he had to remember what it was that he wanted and since he knew the basic techniques he needed to practice first.
One of many differences that Eanos found between living and working in the city of Syrilas as opposed to Sultros was the lack of specialists. In Sultros it would be a rare sword that was the product of just one smith and even then it would be a simple and cheap sword, produced for training or sale outside the city. The best swords were the products of an army of smiths and other specialists, each of whom contributed only part of the whole. From those who forged the ore, through those who made the blade, those who polished it, those who made the scabbard, those who made the scabbard fittings, those who made the handle and those who finished the handle were just part of the team.
Here in Syrilas Eanos somehow needed to be all of those and to try and do each task as well as that of someone who had made that speciality their life work. It was inevitable that his efforts would fall short, and while it was true that there were those here in the city who could adapt their skills to produce what he needed, as yet Eanos had not sought them out. It was probably something that he ought to do, but it would mean trusting the other races and Eanos had difficulty in doing that. Few here did he trust to produce a suitable standard of work, and those handful were ones that he had seen produce it consistently under his watchful eye.
With the task ahead of him, Eanos finally accepted that he needed to seek out those to whom he could set tasks. There were even some here in the forge to whom he ought to delegate certain jobs. Hadyn for example had shown a fine hand and whilst he still was of the opinion that heavy smithing was a job for a mans muscles that few women could match, there were some tasks that he could well delgate to her and ones that she would do well.
His eyes narrowed as he realised the extent of his own arrogance and stupidity. This sword needed fittings that she could easily make and make them very well, probably better than him. This day however he was attempting to refresh his memories on particular types of hilt wrapping, a task he could not delegate since there was no one in the city, Ros perhaps aside, who likely had any experience with it. Again, there were some who had the skill, better than his thick and clumsy fingers, and if he were to show them what he wanted then they could make it and better. That was certainly a route he should follow, but first he had to remember what it was that he wanted and since he knew the basic techniques he needed to practice first.