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[Cyrene Everwind]

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When Garland finally managed to get back in some state of dress she slapped him on the back with her right hand, the residual heat there enough to give him the impression that was the exact case, he was pulling bits of steel out of the fires with her right hand.
“Damned right it’s amazing. This is what I do lad.” She smirked rapping a knuckle across the chest plate lightly letting the ring of the steel sing out in the forge.

“As for what you owe me. If ya got no money than you’re gonna do my bidding for the next couple hours. Think of that as repayment.” He smirked cracking her knuckles before picking up a lump of scrap steel and tossing it in the fire. The dull steel steadily glowing to an impressive white hot as she adjusted the heat steadily.
“Right go find me a bit of offcut doweling and a good sized chunk of spare steel about an inch and a half along. Quarter inch wide.” She glared at him the sharpness of her green eyes eating into what remained of his dignity.

She simply smiled as she reached into the fire pulling out the lump and began with the hammer in her other hand to start to forge the tip into a solid and shaped hammer head.
“Right once you got that lot you get yer arse back over here I’m usin ya as a second pair a hands.” She glared at him again to get him to get his knightly arse in gear. And get back there. When he did she’d hand him specialty tool and position the still glowing red hot steel hammer head over the edge of the anvil and proceed to move his arms and the tool in position.
“Ya move I’m hittin you with this.” She gestured the hammer towards him still pinning the steel to the anvil before. WHACK. In a singular motion she slammed the hammer head down onto the steel cutting a chunk out of the centre. With a small grin she yanked the piece of doweling out of his hand and whilst the wood began to smoke she dunked the whole thing into the water. Letting the steel shrink and clamp itself around the wood.
“Aye that’s betta.”

[Garland]

Garland felt a hot hand pat him on the back, he jumped slightly at the touch and just admired the newly fixed plate armor.

She began barking orders at him and he was obliged to do follow them. Garland keeps most of his word, and rarely breaks them, he also was terrified if he just ran from Quinlain. With a nod he ran off, searching for whatever his new temporary boss needed.

Garland found a small pile of dowelings set to the side, away from the forges. Garland took five of the things and looked around for some steel scrap.

After a little while of searching he found a pile of discarded steel, he took a good amount, more than he needed just in case, and rushed back to Quinlain.

When he'd finally got back to Quinlain, he was given a tool he wasn't quite familiar with and she simply positioned while she grabbed her hammer.

oh gods... You could see sweat visibly drip from Garland's forehead, and it wasn't just from the heat of the forge, but from how tense he was. He hadn't been this tense since the time he had to perform a play in the orphanage.

Don't you dare move, it wouldn't be a light tap... Garland had no doubt in his mind that she could crumple the plate armor she just fixed with only a few swings from her hammer. Garland flinched at Quinlain's swing and subsequent ding.

[Cyrene Everwind]

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“Good. Ya didn’t move lad.” She smirked elbowing him in the chest lightly before picking up another of the large lumps of scrap and spare steel he’d brought her.
“I take it you’re not really used to the heat?” She commented on the visible beads of sweat upon Garland’s brow. Placing the next lump of steel into the fire, this one much thinner than the others, but much longer, and she had a use for this one.

“Y’know you’re a squeamish little guy aren’t ya?” She smirked reaching over to grab a hold of the doweling and then start to slice the thing in tow with a nearby wood saw. Only a few simple strokes and she was through. Not the cleanest cut perhaps a slight wonkiness to that but she’d edge that into her design. Then taking one of the carving tools she sat herself atop the anvil and began to carve a hole through the centre of the wood.
“So Garland was it. That armour should last in a good state of repair however it’s not my best work. So you should probably give it a few hours to settle in before ya start thinking about rescuing some poor merchant’s daughter that’s been kidnapped or some such chivalrous shyke. Aight?”

She glanced up at him once more finally punching the carving implement straight through the centre. Then setting that to one side she reached into the fire and began to draw out the steel into a flatter shape evening the thickness with a few well-placed hammer blows. Then began to draw out the lower half into a long taper and thinner bar before punching the steel through the handle she’d carved. With one good swing of her hammer she smashed the steel flat serving as a locking point and dropped the thing into the water to her side to tension quench it.

Pulling it free she began to use her right hands thumb nail to carve a series of tight lines across it turn ing the flat steel from just that into a file.
“Ye’d make a good apprentice. You’re damned near silent.” She paused a moment awaiting a response before barking. “Speak up lad.” Whether or not he was scared of her was neither here nor there. What he needed to do was say something about the armour other than whether or not it was “shiny”.

[Garland]

Garland just nodded when she said he was squeamish. Images flashed in Garland's head, images of him brutalizing, bandits, eviscerating Yukmen, and more recently in his dream, murder dozen's of armed guards with his sword.

Garland nodded at his plate. It was good, it felt good, it still chafed down in his lower regions, but otherwise it was perfect. The first thing he was doing if he ever became a knight and actually getting paid, is getting a shield, then getting plate armor that actually fits.

He flinched at the voice and gave a small cough. "The plate is... shiny?" Garland gave a sheepish smile and shook his head. "It's better than when I got this thing, us squires don't get personal armor unless it comes from our own pockets. You say this isn't your best work, I would love to see your best when already the armor is amazing from just a quick fix-up."

Garland tapped the armor with his gauntleted, a nice sound came from the armor and Garland couldn't help but smile. "Oh and to answer your question, the thing got battered from overuse, constant patrols, raiding bandit camps, spars, and..." He paused thinking if he should really talk about his dream, he might just sound crazy.

Eh screw it, I was already naked in the forge with people watching, they probably already think I am crazy right now.

"Well... I had a dream, a very lifelike dream, I don't even think it was a dream, more like I was transported from where I stood to someplace else. There was a celebration, a lady named Kova's handmaiden gave us a quest, we had to fight our way out of... where was it again? Suva! That was it! I don't know where that is in truth.

[Cyrene Everwind]

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The two small nods at her words were enough to let her know he still wasn’t fully out the daze he was in. She was about to sock him in the chest when he finally broke that stupor and spoke. She sat there almost semi stunned cross hatching the file back the other way.
“Ya mean ta tell me that the Squires and knights armour is this damned shoddy for all of em!? I oughta…Godsdamnit. Right. Garland you do mew this one final favour and were square. The next time you see someone with shattered ass armour you tell em to get there ass over here. Ya got that!?”

“Aye I can see it being broken through sheer volume of use but gods above it was shattered man to you take no care of it what so ever?” She shot him a look of rather sharp incredulity. Placing the file on the anvil next to her she hopped back down and started to test it out on the edge of the hammer filing off one of the sharp points she’d missed in the construction process and that had formed around the handle.

Then he began his tirade about a life like dream where he went back in time to the “Suvan Empire” She damned near swung to catch him with the hammer. Something was cloying at the back of her mind some images of a time long past that had flittered back into her head from her time where this body was her true one. She gripped the anvil with a firm hold taking a deep breath.
“Don’t mention that bastard place in front of me again. The next time you do you can be sure you won’t be walking out of this place in one piece…Ya got that lad?” The last words lacked the aggressive and almost work oriented tone that she usually carried no these words were almost frail like she was holding something back. And before Garland could comment she barked out an order almost like a drill sergeant.
“Right now off with ya!”

[Garland]

"Well, not all the knights and squires have shoddy armor like mine. I just do more work than the rest of them put together." There wasn't a smidge of smugness to his voice, only disappointment, the knights have gotten soft or they had finally opened his eyes.

When he was a young boy, he'd always seen the knights as hard working peace keepers, but now that he was almost one, all he saw was that they had shiny armor, a great smile and loved by the people just because they're the law. They have done nothing to deserve the love.

This was what Alex was talking about... "Don't get me wrong, there are a few good knights out there, but they're few and far between."

"I never had time to get it fixed, even now I should probably get back to my patrols..."

When Garland said something about Suva, he didn't really understand why she was so angry... No, angry wasn't the word he was looking for secretive or weak, something he wouldn't have pegged Quinlain for when he met her.

"Are you-"

“Right now off with ya!”

Garland stepped back and retreated out of the Ironworks, casting a cautionary glance at the forge and Quinlain. Normally he would try to help her in anyway he could, a talk or something to ease her mind, but he was scared shykeless of her so he just walked away.

Although he had to admit, it was fun while it lasted, being a blacksmith's assistant. It reminded him of being a carpenter's assistant.