515-SPRING-07
"What do you mean you don't know anything?" A voice bellowed incredulously.
There was a knock on the door, and a timid voice asked, "Professor Morrison asked that you lower the volume of your consultation. He said that he can't hear himself speaking."
"Well ask that old snake if he ever had a student who doesn't know anything, eh?" Garath Markwell, blacksmith extraordinaire and passionate teacher, asked pointedly as he gestured towards the subject of his incredulity.
Aedifex Aghanim squirmed in his seat and he tried to defend himself from this accusation, "Well, it's not like-"
The intruding student gulped and repeated, "In any case, Professor Morrison asked that you keep the volume down. That is all," And with that she quickly escaped the blacksmith's office.
Markwell mumbled to himself about students not knowing their place before returning his attention to his newest recruit.
"Well?" He demanded.
"I do know how to make swords. I made one for you that other day!" Aedi objected defensively.
"You can't even give me the range of the cross-section of a bastard sword's guard! And you call yourself a swordsmith?" Markwell's voice began to rise to dangerous levels again.
"I just... I learned by watching! Then I make it to how I thought they would look like!" Aedi pointed out as he flushed. It was no longer a battle to defend his honor, it was to defend the honor of the Isurs!
Markwell took deep breaths and rubbed his temples as he glared at the Isur, then sighed as he steepled his fingers, resting his elbows on the desk of his spartan office.
"Look, that is definitely not the way we do things here. I get that you Isurs are naturally talented in these sort of things, but if you want to be anything good at this craft, you have to have a good foundation, which you don't have any!"
"Professor, I-"
"It just means you don't know anything, don't argue with me! I should have waited a little longer before writing that letter," Markwell groaned as he rested his face into his huge palms again.
Aedi let the silence stretch as he waited for his teacher to respond.
"This means, you're going on an accelerated program to learn the basics before you smear my name," Markwell decided, observing his student intensely. "You will learn a blueprint a day starting tomorrow."
That was quite an insane schedule for most people. But unlike most people, Aedi was an Isur, and Isurs were renowned for their diligence and hardcore dedication to their craft.
"But I don't think I'll be able to fully complete them in a day," He voiced out uncertainly, mentally ready to flinch if he were to trigger one of the blacksmith's passionate outbursts.
"No, just make an unfinished outline. No need to polish or sharpen. If it looks like the blueprint and shares its dimensional characteristics, it's done."
"You mean just like the unfinished short sword you asked me to work on previously?"
"Exactly like that."
He reached out to the shelves behind and grabbed several scrolls of parchment, presumably the blueprints that he was talking about.
"I expect to see your deliverables submitted and ready for inspection by the thirteenth," He intoned, while sliding the scrolls over his desk.
Aedi paused as he thought, then ventured, "But isn't it a waste of resources to make things halfway, Professor?"
"It's not a waste," Markwell replied, shuffling the papers on his desk carelessly.
With a tone of finality, he dismissed his student from his office.
"Where do you think that unfinished sword came from?"
"What do you mean you don't know anything?" A voice bellowed incredulously.
There was a knock on the door, and a timid voice asked, "Professor Morrison asked that you lower the volume of your consultation. He said that he can't hear himself speaking."
"Well ask that old snake if he ever had a student who doesn't know anything, eh?" Garath Markwell, blacksmith extraordinaire and passionate teacher, asked pointedly as he gestured towards the subject of his incredulity.
Aedifex Aghanim squirmed in his seat and he tried to defend himself from this accusation, "Well, it's not like-"
The intruding student gulped and repeated, "In any case, Professor Morrison asked that you keep the volume down. That is all," And with that she quickly escaped the blacksmith's office.
Markwell mumbled to himself about students not knowing their place before returning his attention to his newest recruit.
"Well?" He demanded.
"I do know how to make swords. I made one for you that other day!" Aedi objected defensively.
"You can't even give me the range of the cross-section of a bastard sword's guard! And you call yourself a swordsmith?" Markwell's voice began to rise to dangerous levels again.
"I just... I learned by watching! Then I make it to how I thought they would look like!" Aedi pointed out as he flushed. It was no longer a battle to defend his honor, it was to defend the honor of the Isurs!
Markwell took deep breaths and rubbed his temples as he glared at the Isur, then sighed as he steepled his fingers, resting his elbows on the desk of his spartan office.
"Look, that is definitely not the way we do things here. I get that you Isurs are naturally talented in these sort of things, but if you want to be anything good at this craft, you have to have a good foundation, which you don't have any!"
"Professor, I-"
"It just means you don't know anything, don't argue with me! I should have waited a little longer before writing that letter," Markwell groaned as he rested his face into his huge palms again.
Aedi let the silence stretch as he waited for his teacher to respond.
"This means, you're going on an accelerated program to learn the basics before you smear my name," Markwell decided, observing his student intensely. "You will learn a blueprint a day starting tomorrow."
That was quite an insane schedule for most people. But unlike most people, Aedi was an Isur, and Isurs were renowned for their diligence and hardcore dedication to their craft.
"But I don't think I'll be able to fully complete them in a day," He voiced out uncertainly, mentally ready to flinch if he were to trigger one of the blacksmith's passionate outbursts.
"No, just make an unfinished outline. No need to polish or sharpen. If it looks like the blueprint and shares its dimensional characteristics, it's done."
"You mean just like the unfinished short sword you asked me to work on previously?"
"Exactly like that."
He reached out to the shelves behind and grabbed several scrolls of parchment, presumably the blueprints that he was talking about.
"I expect to see your deliverables submitted and ready for inspection by the thirteenth," He intoned, while sliding the scrolls over his desk.
Aedi paused as he thought, then ventured, "But isn't it a waste of resources to make things halfway, Professor?"
"It's not a waste," Markwell replied, shuffling the papers on his desk carelessly.
With a tone of finality, he dismissed his student from his office.
"Where do you think that unfinished sword came from?"