Jessie
Lei Linas | Hexrakes 

Lei was wandering the town's local shops out of curiosity. He was eager to see what kinds of wares and technology they had available here. Perhaps he could find something useful to apply to his current designs. While he was looking around, he eventually caught interest when he found another metal worker's shop. 

Looking around, the young meister entered the shop and admired the fine artistry of the blacksmith who lived here. 

"Hello?" Lei called into the shop as he peered around, eventually catching sight of a man within its walls. "Good noon sir." The young man smiled at him cheerily.
Gregory
Adelbrand Wendel Vinterling | Hexrakes 
*Adelbrand is hammering away at a Spring steel rod. His hammer a two and a half pound hammer for drawing out the steel into a angeled taper. His hammer swings are hard and half way on, the rod at a 90 degree angle as he is gripping it by the end with a thick glove, watching the glow recede slowly as the heat dissapates. He can't hear the man, who is to his back as he is swinging the hammer down quick and striking hard, eventually finishing out the middle section as he kept turning it onehundred and eighty degrees to get both sides ready and hammered down to meet the specs the lord want. The Commissioner wanted a ceremonial dagger, so Adelbrand isn't working to hard to get the function of it down correct, simply look like a dagger.*

*Once the heat dies down, he goes back and enters the rod into the furance, turning and looking at Lei but not stopping to make it seem like he noticed him as he continues toward the Bellows, which is on the other side of the Forge as he begins to pump it, the fire kicking up from the wind and blowing through the furance. Once he reheated it up, his brow sweating as he grabbed the metal with a set of tongs, choking them near the top for better manvuerablity as he set back into Hammer away with it. The older blacksmith seems to either not see Lei is there or just doesn't care, his apron worn and old, tools hanging and patched onto his clothes all over his body, a walking blacksmith shop on what he could carry when he wandered . His face is tired, having gotten up early in the morning and got quick to work on this and having to restart it multiple times after the weak metal broke on him, so very much in a pissed off mood while he just kept working.*
Jessie
Lei Linas | Hexrakes

Lei was in awe of his work. He was not very knowledgeable with the forgery of weapons so this was always something he found interesting. He was a little hesitant to call to this man again as he did not want to bother him. He did seem very focused and tired. He even picked up that the blacksmith was quite frustrated. The meister could only guess the reason. 

Curious, hazel eyes watched as the older fellow worked away in the ceremonial dagger before eventually glancing around the shop to admire the metal work this man had on display. 

"Wow..." Lei whispered softly.
Gregory
Adelbrand Wendel Vinterling | Hexrakes 
*This wasn't his shop, never was. He was afterall a Traveling blacksmith who rented out shops that werent doing good, so it was cheap most of the time. The metalwork and general items in the shop wasn't his. But he was a skilled Blacksmith back in his prime, when he was early 30s, moving from castle to castle, having his own famous sword, a simple pattern weild longsword that provided both flexible iron core with strong steel exterior, mixing it very well. But those days are past and he is recovering from the drink, he has passion for his work, just not this much or what it use to be anymore. Once he manages to get the metal into a state he thought acceptable he lifted it up with the tongs and dropped it into the water, letting it sizzle and cool down quickly, tempering it to strengthen it some what and a little more, but eventually stopping as it fully cooled down. He puts the Dagger onto the anvil, the Hammer through a belt loop and takes his gloves off.*

*He then quickly turns about face and heads straight toward Lei, his large boots kicking up some dust as he makes sure to quickly get to him, both trying to intimidate and get words quick out of his mouth about what he wants, like a chargining bull. But he stops short of tackling the man as he reaches a hand out, rope burns visible around the Wrist, along with scars and burn scars here and there, his age showing through on his large hands, though luckily no fingers missing as he moves for a handshake.* "Got a Name? And if so, why are you here?" *He says in a deeper voice, but more monotone, not exactly gravel but close and flat, a deep soothing voice.*
Jessie
Lei Linas | Hexrakes

Lei looked towards the man when he heard him approach. He smiled at him, ready to greet him until he witnessed how quickly he was approaching. The slightly frightened young man took a step back as he struggled to fight back his flames that threatened to rise. Luckily, no lights were revealed once the blacksmith opened his palm towards him. 

"Ah- I'm Lei. S-sir!" He smiled at him, a little embarrassed when he choked on his words. He shook his hand firmly, hoping he did not offend the man. 

"I was looking around for inspiration. I am an inventor." He smiled warmly. 
"I love your work here." He looked towards the blades and weapons on display, unaware that he did not craft them. "I have yet to make anything like this. They look beautiful. "
Gregory
Adelbrand Wendel Vinterling | Hexrakes 
*Adelbrand keeps a serious face, while he wasn't all that pissed off at the compliment of another man work infront of him, they werent half of what he use to make back in the day, as his teeth grinds into themself.* "The shop ain't mine, and the creations aint mine either." *He says, crossing his large meaty arms while he looks at Lei, inventor, optomist who need others to make the stuff for them, as they sit and write on paper.* "Yea, what you want me for, I aint nothing but a lowly blacksmith who is past his prime. If you want 'inspiration', i aint got no money for ya." *He says with a laugh, showing his obvious distrust in 'inventors', and disrespect as he turned in the shop, boots pressing against the stone as he grabbed something from a corner, gripping the handle and pulling it up, gripping it with both hands tightly while he pushes the head up over his shoulder, a sledgehammer currently resting on his shoulder, turning back around and looking at the man.*