Timestamp: 11th of Spring, 516 AV
Boo rather admired the name 'Touch of Fire', which he felt was a more than adequate title for a blacksmith. In his experience, which admittedly was somewhat lacking in this particular field, he had always thought of a smithy as an uncomfortably hot and dirty place, with large bellows that wheezed like old men and fiery furnaces that crackled and snarled like caged beasts. If anything, a 'touch' was somewhat underselling it. But then again, he thought, 'Plenty of Fire' did not quite have the same agreeable ring to it.
Meandering thoughts aside, he had arrived at the blacksmith's, having stopped only twice to ask for directions and, on both occasions, reassured that the Isurian proprietor was a highly respected and masterful weapon smith. Boo was not in the market for anything extravagant, but there was no harm in investing in quality, even for smaller items that were to be more practical than showy. After all, if indeed his primary concern was practicality, it made all the more sense to aim for a higher quality product, especially where the matter of ghosts was concerned. Indeed, it would be folly to enter any kind of contest or situation with an angry ghost, only to find one's equipment lacking in durability.
As per his expectations, the inside of Touch of Fire was hot indeed, causing Boo's pores to suddenly feel compelled to leak. He had only breached the showroom itself, but even then it was more than a little toasty. A handful of patrons were either examining pieces already made, or discussing edits or plans for new ones with the scattering of employees. The clang of hammer on steel could be heard further in the belly of this finely crafted building, while the weapons on display seemed to share the same level of quality as the building itself. Those strangers in the street had not been unkind in their assessment of the place.
While for now he was not planning on working as a spiritist full time, it never hurt to be prepared just in case. That meant suitable equipment, a list of items that would include but were not limited to ghost beads, soul darts, (or some other type of weaponry that would serve a similar purpose), and of course a good, sturdy staff. He had no doubt he could probably search for an ideal branch in the surrounding forests of Lhavit, which in turn he could fashion into a staff. But for once he was set on buying a professionally made one. After all, this was a new city and a new life for him, so why not have a new staff to go with it?
Glancing around, Boo noted a fellow was approaching straight for him. He readied himself for what he suspected was an inevitable exchange of greetings. And with that done, perhaps he could ascertain which of these fine Lhavitians could help him with his order.
Boo rather admired the name 'Touch of Fire', which he felt was a more than adequate title for a blacksmith. In his experience, which admittedly was somewhat lacking in this particular field, he had always thought of a smithy as an uncomfortably hot and dirty place, with large bellows that wheezed like old men and fiery furnaces that crackled and snarled like caged beasts. If anything, a 'touch' was somewhat underselling it. But then again, he thought, 'Plenty of Fire' did not quite have the same agreeable ring to it.
Meandering thoughts aside, he had arrived at the blacksmith's, having stopped only twice to ask for directions and, on both occasions, reassured that the Isurian proprietor was a highly respected and masterful weapon smith. Boo was not in the market for anything extravagant, but there was no harm in investing in quality, even for smaller items that were to be more practical than showy. After all, if indeed his primary concern was practicality, it made all the more sense to aim for a higher quality product, especially where the matter of ghosts was concerned. Indeed, it would be folly to enter any kind of contest or situation with an angry ghost, only to find one's equipment lacking in durability.
As per his expectations, the inside of Touch of Fire was hot indeed, causing Boo's pores to suddenly feel compelled to leak. He had only breached the showroom itself, but even then it was more than a little toasty. A handful of patrons were either examining pieces already made, or discussing edits or plans for new ones with the scattering of employees. The clang of hammer on steel could be heard further in the belly of this finely crafted building, while the weapons on display seemed to share the same level of quality as the building itself. Those strangers in the street had not been unkind in their assessment of the place.
While for now he was not planning on working as a spiritist full time, it never hurt to be prepared just in case. That meant suitable equipment, a list of items that would include but were not limited to ghost beads, soul darts, (or some other type of weaponry that would serve a similar purpose), and of course a good, sturdy staff. He had no doubt he could probably search for an ideal branch in the surrounding forests of Lhavit, which in turn he could fashion into a staff. But for once he was set on buying a professionally made one. After all, this was a new city and a new life for him, so why not have a new staff to go with it?
Glancing around, Boo noted a fellow was approaching straight for him. He readied himself for what he suspected was an inevitable exchange of greetings. And with that done, perhaps he could ascertain which of these fine Lhavitians could help him with his order.
