Juan
"Bahaha, I know that, I know that!" *She laughed at his little jest, waving a hand dismissively as she turned to lead Terrel to the back. There were a few cubicles where the horses could be held, though all of them were empty right now. Taking the lead from Terrel's hands and tying it up to one of the posts, she patted its foreleg and pointed to the small pile of hay that was prepared there.* "Ooh, I should add hay to that re-supply order. Come in, come in! What services will I be providin' ye t'day, mister?" *She almost bellowed out her question, though it was at least quiet enough that it was reasonable within a macen city. The lady certainly did seem to have some dwarven lung capacity at the very least. Taking a key out from her pocket, she unlocked the back door to the shop and made her way in, expecting Terrel to follow behind.*

*The warm air wafted into the pig-headed Silnari's face, a smell of parchment and iron drifting gently into his nose. To his left, he could see the open door into what looked like a forge room, the flames currently extinguished and the tools hung up on the wall. Going on forwards, the two arrived at the shop's main portion. To the left again there was the counter, a surprisingly low built one, though looking at the woman in front of him it was obvious why. On the pair's right was a bookshelf, packed tightly with different scriptures, titles from many authors; a small section in the corner was listed under a homemade sign, "M'ralind Varangr".*

*With a warm smile, the white haired Lora made her place behind the counter and nodded to Terrel.* "Welcome t' th' Charleen Forge. What can I do for ye?"
Paul
*Terrel would follow after the woman with his horse in tow, heading around to the back of the building. As she would take the lead from him, his horse would timidly follow after her, soon finding himself being tied down while he'd sniff around at the hay that was left there. In the meantime, Terrel found himself looking around the back and noticing the empty stalls, part of him wondering how often she found herself needing to prepare for riders with the need to constantly restock the hay. Of course he had some extra food for Carl, though he hoped whatever Hay tempted his horse wouldn't become part of the costs later.

He'd follow her into the shop, feeling the warm sensation of the air coming from inside as he made his way in. Had he not grown so used to wearing the mask on his face, he wouldn't have mind removing it for the nice atmosphere of this place. However, he doubted his visit would be long, simply needing to fix up his weapons before leaving Silnaria once more. He gazed around the shop, looking at the different tools and books. Was this a library as well? It seemed like an odd combination to him, but maybe it was for the owner's own self entertainment. 

Walking over to the counter, he'd found himself standing rather awkwardly over it. At least he was glad to not have to worry about hitting his head on the way in, but it was clear this place was made to help better suit the woman with whatever tasks she did here. At the question, he would say:*"Just some resharpening for my sword mostly."*The Elf would slowly place his hand around the hilt of it, drawing the blade out and holding it on its flat side.*"It's definitely seen better days."*The sword itself seemed to be slightly darkened, mostly from the blood the Elf had yet to wash off of it. At the very least it seemed to have mostly dried by now, only leaving dark brown stains as any sign of past quarrels.*

*He didn't seem bothered by it, most likely whatever had blunted it having happened more so recently with a line of long past battles to back it up.*
Juan
*As Terrel presented his weapon to M'ra, she immediately shook her head and crossed her arms.* "Guuuh, why is it that so many of yous adventurers ne'er learn 'ow t' maintain ye weapons?" *She said with an exasperated sigh, reaching her hands up to take the blade into her own, definitely more capable hands.* "I ain't got a problem with treatin' yer weapon, but I ain't gonna scam ye and tell ye t' come t' a forge every time ye need sharpening." *The dwarf turned with a little spin of the heels, heading back to the forge.* "Ye can look at the library while ye wait, it shouldn't take long. But I'm not gonna provide any more services after, I'm hungry."

*And so she went into the forge room. The door was left open, so it wasn't as if she was trying to hide any technique. As she had said, maintenance of one's weapons should be something every adventurer should do, and it was a travesty to her that so many didn't do it. At most, services like that being sought from blacksmiths should only ever be sought if the sword was in an exceptionally terrible form or if it had simply been worn down so much that it needed reforging.*

*Aside from books and weapons, the shop still seemed to have more to offer. Equipment like rope, bags, a few pieces of armour, though these were a bit more sparse. Most notable of all was a section lined with ornate looking daggers. They were made of iron and bronze, a collection of them, with the iron ones being listed as "Himó", the bronze ones under "Polje". Right beside the assortment of daggers was a rack with several vials of "Artificial" Blood. Perhaps Terrel had heard of the commodity, one used by vampires that lived in the city. After all, having to drink entire animals dry wasn't exactly a very manageable expense.*
Paul
"I'm mostly learning as I go."*He'd say in response as M'ra took the sword from him, seemingly distraught from not finding ways to keep it maintained himself. It wasn't like Elves were known to wield weaponry such as that, more prominent for their uses of magic. However, that was more of an excuse than a good reason. He could have always read up on it after his trip to Mentia had he not gotten distracted along the way. At least it would have been better than to have waited this long, but seeing as he was in the Capitol already, it was probably best to get it done now before traveling away once more.

Terrel would watch the woman head off into the forge room, for a short while watching her at work before considering taking her suggestion of checking out the library. Walking around, he had found most of his attention being caught on the different equipment set around the shop, things like rope and extra weaponry that he would have been glad to have on his last mercenary mission. Part of him considered purchasing some, but seeing as M'ra was readying to leave soon after, it was probably best to not spend much longer in here. Besides, he didn't have enough currency to begin going on a spending spree anyways, so he simply decided to avoid the temptation for the time being.

He'd walk over to the small section of books he had remembered seeing where he walked in, staring at each of the different pieces of writing before his gaze would eventually fall down towards the section that had sat in the corner with a sign above it. He squinted at it, reading along the name that sat written on the sign.*"What are the books under M'ra... Lind... For...?"*He'd say, having to sound out the name carefully to make sure he had read it right.*
Juan
*In the forge room, scraping away at the sword with a sharpening stone after having ran it over with a towel to wipe the blood that should have already been removed off, the Lora's ears perked up, the corners of her lips turning up as she adopted a gentle expression, though Terrel could not see it. What he could do, though, was hear the softer, warm tone that her voice had taken.* "Ahh, M'ralind's th' name of th' author. She's a novelist, so most of 'em're stories. Some passed to her by her mother, others made by her own imagination. You'll find one of 'em's about a certain Charleen." *Her words were cut off with the metallic ring of the stone doing a long, drawn out drag across the blade, a sound that to many was horrible, but to any forgesmith it was terribly satisfying. She kept stroking the blade with a smile as she went on speaking.*

"All joking aside, that's little old me's writin'. I'm not so shameless as to ask you to buy them, but it does always bring a warmth to my heart, hehe." *Within the forge room, she giggled to herself. Oh, what bother was it to tell an adventurer to buy a book? Let alone a novel of the fantastic, when they already experienced all those exciting things for themselves. Except maybe romance, but it wasn't as if she experienced that much either. It was a surprise to her that they even managed to sell as much as her other books.* "The one called 'A Traveller's Maintenance Tips' would do good for ye though. It's an entertaining little guide t' keep in' yer weapons in good shape. Well, more than just weapons. I put my heart into it!"
Paul
*So she was M'ralind? He couldn't help but snort in suppressed laughter at her description of who made the book. There was a chance of some of it being true, but he was unsure of how much he should believe the words someone gave towards their own book. He'd pick up the book she had suggested to him, opening it up slightly as he'd dare sneak a peek into it with the thought of possibly catching a few tips before he'd leave.*"So how much are you selling them for?"*He'd ask. Maybe he could possibly take it with him on his journey. It could at least be something to keep him busy with all the traveling he had to do.

With the amount of noise coming from the forge, it was a wonder how the woman could hear him at all. Maybe she had grown used to it with years of experience, because if not for how loud she spoke normally, he'd find it near impossible to hear her.*"And what other stuff does it talk about..."*He'd ask in distraction for the time being. Closing the book, he'd look down at the other novels, some of which simply being stories for self-entertainment. He had to admit, it had been quite a while since he sat down to simply read. About as far as back as before he had started traveling on his combative journey.*
Juan
*Certainly, her voice was loud enough to easily make it past the sounds of metal screeching. It was a natural talent, one could say.* "I wish I could say they were cheap, but as with all books, the price isn't very gentle. For someone who adventures... I'd recommend buying two at most, at a time. They're 50 silver a piece." *Her words expressed a level of regret at the price, but it was necessary in order to cover the costs of making them. At the very least she was still making profit from them, despite them being relatively cheap compared to most other books.* 

"Oh, the Traveller's Tips? Haha, I wouldn't be so sadistic as to fill a book with technical jargon all over. I drew a little bit for each piece of gear, and I added a few stories here and there about how I learned how to fix them up! Some fictional stuff as well, all in the name of fun, obviously!" *It was evident how much passion leaked from her voice as she spoke about the book, and even from the short glimpse that Terrel had taken into it, it was obvious that it was written in a much more leisurely and easy to understand way than a lot of books tended to be. For example, magic books. Then again, people tended to have others help them in the undertaking of magic through oral passing down of methods, or as often is the case, simply had an innate talent.
Paul
'Two at a time?' *Terrel wondered to himself. This woman was surely trying to swindle him out of money. Then again her tone sent a few mixed messages. Someone this passionate about it, one would think they'd have their books put in an actual library, but maybe their own shop was good enough for them. With a deep sigh, Terrel would gaze at the other books on the shelf, unsure of anything else really catching his attention for the time being. Eventually giving up, Terrel would simply grab one of the fictional books from the shelf at random, flipping through it quickly before closing it as he had the other book and putting it next to the other before grabbing them both and heading back over to the forge.

He'd stand there watching her in silence for a while, pondering over whether or not the books would actually be worth taking with him to at least fill the boredom and lack of knowledge he had remaining around swordsmanship. Maybe he could part with some of the silver for the temporary entertainment, but at the end of the day there were no returns for it.*"How's the sword looking?"*He'd eventually ask, to break what would have been silence outside of all the noise coming from the forge.*
Juan
*Stepping into the room, Terrel would be met with the sight of the dwarven woman running a smooth stone over the blade. By that point, it already looked like it had most of the dents in it smoothed out and the edge was far from dull. Over the moments that he watched her, she had set the stone down upon the table she was at, picking up a polishing towel and wiping it across the blade. By the time the man asked her, she turned around with a look of surprise,* "Ah, sorry, hadn't heard you coming in. It's almost done. Oh, and if you'll be buying those books, I'll throw in the service for this for free. It's a pain to deal with all the odd amounts of coins." *At the very least she was honest about her thoughts.*

*It didn't take more than a few seconds for her task to be finished. She took the blade in her hand, holding the handle and slicing at the very tip of her pink finger. It cut as though through butter.* "Perfect~" *She hopped off the stool she'd been on, lifting her chin to Terrel as she headed back to the counter.* 

*The blade was on the counter, her hand drifting to a small piece of parchment. For transactions of books, she always liked to keep note of who had bought each copy.* "May I ask yer name, mister?" *Subconsciously, she had already drawn up the register with her other hand, waiting for payment for the books.* "It'll be 100 silver for the both of 'em. Oh, and in case you were worried about it, the hay's free too. You have no idea how many complaints the bastards that make merchants pay for hay get; the only reason they even keep doing it is cause they're influential enough." *She seemed to be going off on a tangent, but she quickly corrected herself and put on a warm smile.* "It's a fine horse, your boy. You better treat 'im well, gotcha?"
Paul
*Terrel would flit his gaze over towards her. With her eventually taking notice of his presence, he found himself smirking.*"Well that's a surprise."*He'd say sarcastically in response to her apology. At the mention of the service being free in expense for the books, Terrel couldn't help but feel partially relieved. At least he won't have to concern over being milked dry of his coin from the things he ends up leaving with.

As she'd finish working on the blade, he'd step a bit to the side to allow her the space to pridefully walk back to the counter before slowly following after her and placing the books down upon the counter top as he neared.

Reaching into his pockets, he'd pull out a hundred silver and place it upon the counter while he watched her grab a piece of paper to begin writing on. At her question of his name, he'd reply simply with:*"Terrel Bales..."*He wasn't completely sure what she needed it for, but he didn't care much to share his name either, especially with the Dwarf already having given hers. As she brought up the amount of complaints people gave about having it pay for hay, he'd stand back up to his full height and would gaze back to the door they originally came in from the back.*"I can see why."*He'd say.*"I'm vaguely sure Carl out there is a stress eater."*The Elf chuckled quietly at the thought, turning back to M'ra with her stating that he best treat his horse well.*"Trust me, he's spoiled. And I don't think he realizes."*He'd say the last part in a partial whisper, leaning down as if the horse could actually hear him which was debatably so.*