Larry
Lei Linas
Ignis Grax, Azarya

Lei pulled the hot metal mold out of the machine with his hand. It looked like the heat didnt hurt him too much but he did seem to wince and quickly put the hot mold down on a nearby table. It looked like it was supposed to be an armor plating of some sort. 


Lei looked over at Naesala and then looked towards the balcony on the second floor to check if anyone was there. "Right now I dont think so. I think Lex might have gone out to grab something to eat?" He looked over at Naesala with a smile. "She should be back soon. You guys might even get along." Lei chuckled lightly. 


He picked up one of the metal tools on the wall which looked like a pair of pliers used for grabbing the hot metals. He hovered his hand over the red hot metal in the mold and the smoking heat in the metal started to quickly be pulled outwards and guided out an installed vent in the workshop. Once the metal coold down a little Lei pulled it out of the mold using the tool so he could safely carry it to the anvil and start to shape and curve it into the right angle using a hammer. 


 The sound of a hammer colliding with the armor plate rung through the medium aized workshop for a while until Lei was satisfied with the shape of the armor piece.In no time he had crafted the armor pieces needed for a beautiful gauntlet which was illustrated  in the blueprint. 


The craftsman flopped down onto the couch with a content sigh, happy that he managed to get some work done today. He hadn't even realized that it was already dark out until he looked put the window. 

He sat forward with a soft gasp and looked towards Naesala. "Shoot, you must be hungry! Im sorry, I- uhh... Lets go to the market to grab something to eat?" He had completely forgot aboyt eating while he was working and hoped that Naesala wasnt starving half to death.
Norman
Naesala Iarzana
Ignis Grax, Azarya

Lex? Who was that? His sister? Friend? Wife? Cousin? He wasn't exactly given a specific answer to the identity of this 'Lex'. But it was enough to tell him that the workshop probably have a few people working in it. Realising that there were additional... Humans in said building, his ears instinctively drooped down. Even though all he was doing now was merely an act to ensure his survival, the fear and trauma have somehow embedded themselves into the back of his mind. However, it never exactly hindered with his goals so that was fine.

He didn't ask anymore question when the man continued working, this giving him more than enough of the little freedom he have to go look around the workshop, wandering about as he explored, noting down where the possible dangerous items are so that he could use them as weapons just in case his peaceful days come to an end. So he himself never gave much regard to his health and never voice out whether or not he was thirsty or hungry, just letting the man do his work. The elf went to the couch and brought his knees up to his chest and rest his chin on his knees. 

Few hours soon passed and he have yet to see anyone else enter the workshop so he had no chance to see this 'Lex'. Hearing the exclaimation made by his master, the elf only turned to face him with a dumb yet bright childlike smile on his face.

"Master do what Master thinks is best."
Larry
Lei Linas
Ignis Grax, Azarya

Seeing Naesala's excited reaction towards the mention of food caused a sharp pain of guilt to sting at his own starving stomach. He knew he had to make things right and  buy Naesala a nice meal. 


The pyromancer got up and checked to see if his wallet was still in his jacket. He had managed to sell a few of his inventions on the way here so he had enough cash to get them a satisfying dinner. 


He smiled at Naesala and gave him a friendly pat on his back. "Alright, lets go get some dinner. I'm starving." 


The pyromancer led the way out the door, maintaining his bright and cheery demeanor despite being very tired after their long travel and the work he accomplished today.


Once outside the town was brightly lit and alive since he lived in the heart of the kingdom which was bustling with life. It was rather convenient.
Norman
Naesala Iarzana
Ignis Grax, Azarya


Naesala was fine with no food or bad food, seemingly already used to bad conditions as well as knowing not to keep his hopes up nor get used to such bliss that he was currently experiencing. He smiled when he received a pat on the back and quickly got both their jackets, handing Lei's towards him before he followed along. However, he wrapped a scarf around his head to hide his ears.

Stepping out to the town, Naesala only kept close to Lei, instinctively holding onto Lei's sleeve as he avoided looking at anyone as much as he can not to draw attention to himself. So to say, he wasn't at all looking around nor enjoying himself for the fear that he would be recognised for the revolting creature he was.