Arthur
"Well it's more of me just walking in a slightly different circle every time. Turns out, my navigational skills aren't the best. Haven't met many Adventurers."

*Being near the coast of somewhere, the wind picked up... Her cloak followed the laws of physics and her gear could now be easily seen. Of course, he should have been able to easily see her claymore... I don't know if I mentioned that yet... I'm tired. 

She was wearing what seems to be a cuirass... A sword sash... And... Carrying a few cool things. Like a basket hilt and a buckler. Nothing special.* 

"I suppise you could say the lack of luck is an ability for the few unlucky ones"
Al
" 'Luck can always be circumvented by good intuition,' a mage I once worked with told me this... But I've been seemingly having similar problems as yourself."

*Theron quickly looked over most details under the cloak during the time he was given to analyze it all. He nodded to himself, understanding that she did at least have gained proper equipment through her time travelling... Then focused his attention back to her eyes.*

"Focusing on other matters however, would you mind if I accompanied you for a time? As you said before, adventurers should stick together... And if the next opportunity is too large for yourself, then more time would be wasted."
Arthur
"Aye I wouldn't mind. A friend is always important. But of course, as long as your friend doesn't stab you in the back that is."

*She said, grinning slightly. She now doesn't actually know what to talk about... So she just awkwardly stands there.*
Al
*Theron would give her a smile, then walked a few feet down the road.*

"Well, we should get going then. I feel that I might be low on some things I require for journeys out into the country... It would also be beneficial to see if you have everything you need as well."

*Theron gazed back over to her while waiting on her response. He still wanted to make sure that she was well off on food or other such things after such a long time spent on getting to Ferry... And this was a good enough excuse for him.*
Arthur
"Aye, I'll be following after. I too need supplies..."

*She said, following after. Clink clink clink goes her equipment. She did have a big bag. Probably a large amount of hard tack in there. Hard tack is great if you make it right*
Al
*Although Theron was walking a foot or two to her right, she could notice that he would make very little noise. The iron boots strapped to his feet would create little to no sound, as would any other equipment on him.*

"Would you mind explaining some of your skills to me? I will do the same if you want, after you're done sharing what you can do."

*Theron looked over to Ein while continuing his walk. The man would be about 5'3, now that he was walking side-by-side with her and was easier to measure in comparison to her own height.*
Arthur
*The woman was 5'5... And her claymore... Well that was 4'5. It's a big sword. She's probably very strong and muscular underneath that. She's also carrying a massive bag... And a lot of gear. How is she not tired yet? She doesn't even look that much phased about this*

"Well, I'm a musician... And decent with a sword. Other than that... Nothing much. I'm not a special person. Just a human on the road to greatness I suppose"
Al
"Hmmm... Musician? Is that why you mentioned bards back then? What kind of music do you play?"

*Theron continued walking, looking up at her with some intrigue. Musicians were a rarity to him, since most people he had met delved into martial skills or magic.*

"For myself, I can do most simple things better than others... Sight, hearing, smelling, etcetera..."
Arthur
"Well. I'm a lutist. Made my own lute. Good sound. I play in bars with my own family's style of playing. It's fun. Involves a lot of hand movements instead of fingers" 

*She said, taking note of his skills... Hearing is good. That's an important thing to have*

"Hearing is good. It's important to have when you're hunting... Same with smell."
Al
"A lute? I can't really think of what that kind of instrument is... I'll have to see it some time."

*Theron stopped, now that they reached what he assumed to be a store for general goods... At least, that was what the sign said a few dozen meters down the road they were walking on.*

"In more pressing matters, we'll prepare here and then possibly spend the night in the inn. If you have other ideas, go ahead and voice them."

*He turned to face her, arms behind his back. He smiled for whatever reason and waited for anything that she might have wanted to say or do.*
Arthur
"Well... I might buy a pair of gloves. Bleak winters aren't fair on hands... Neither is half swording. Metal is cold"

*She said, taking look... At said sign. The sign was nice. She could read it! That's good too.. At least she could read. But she wondered... Inns. They have alcohol right? She likes alcohol. It tends to sooth her when she feels stressed... That or makes her really sleepy*
Al
*Theron nodded, then opened the door and walked into the shop. He himself wanted to buy some extra dried fruit for himself... Maybe a pound or two of hardtack. He had a party member so this would mean they could tackle some higher rewards, if they were willing to split what was earned.*
Sally
*There in the shop, Morwë peered out from the back door, quietly conversing with a cloaked figure beside him. His face was grim, and from afar their discussion didn't seem pleasant. There he was left to stand in a disheartened state as the cloaked figure returns back inside to the back room.*

*All might have seemed to dwelt in a gloomy misfortune, but when he looked over at the front to find a familiar face, his mood felt very well surprised. He looked over at the door once more, but then faced the girl with the large claymore and her companion alongside her.*

"Well isn't this a surprise," *He said over to them.* "Strange girl has met another stranger..."
Arthur
*Meanwhile, she walked inside and picked up a pair of... Leather gloves. This ought to do the trick. She shall save her money for a skinning dagger... And maybe a farm like the good old days. But alas, the Adventurer's life is much more eventful.

Clink clink clink. And now she has payed for her gloves... It was nice and warm in them... Maybe she can now stand the cold much better! All she has to do is wear her gambeson more*

"Today seems to be my lucky day eh? Met two adventurer. Two new friends? Good day indeed." 

*She did indeed meet him yet again, but this time, her walking sound is not the flop flop of her boots but now clink clink of her steel*
Al
*Theron tilted his head, a bit curious as to how they knew each other... But decided to not dig too much into it and let things play out normally.*

"Good day to you. So you were one of the few others she mentioned she runs into?"

*Theron scanned some of the items placed about the store as well as the new figure that had greeted them. He had usually kept his listening active but seemed to have unconsciously dialed it off during his time with Ein. The conversation seemed to have just completed once he had walked in, too... Bad timing.*
Sally
*Folding his arms, staring down at the two.* "Doubtful as I am of Eínillainis, I am sadly one of perhaps many helpless others to cross her way."

*The High Elf looked at the two rather cynically, as their statures in comparison to his warranted a rather silly image. Both of them, as it may seem, were the generic warrior types. There wasn't much interest to be had from them, but it was all well pleasant for Morwë's sake.*
Arthur
*She made a "Hmmmm" Face then... Said*

"W h a t" 

*She didn't understand what 'I am of Eínillainis' meant... She isn't exactly the smartest of them all, being home schooled by farmers*
Al
"I see. I wonder what connotations that is supposed to have behind it, but you have your reasons."

*Theron picked up a piece of hardtack and looked it over, satisfied with what would eventually go through his stomach. Taking a second one, he would walk over and place a few silver down for the man behind the counter to take and nod quietly.*
Sally
"Well, long as I have lived, reading into people's character has become a second hand ability for me," *He commented as he stepped aside allowing for the stranger to walk towards the counter.*

*He looked at the two again, slowly leaning back against a wall.*

"You're going to New Salvainia aswell?"
Arthur
*She remained silent. Probably addressing the other mans. She silently... Took off her bag and... Produced a book. A small book. It was a leather bound book. Very good for note keeping... 

That was promptly slipped into her sword sash after she wrote something in it. Probably expenses?*
Al
"For now I'm just following the footsteps of our mutual friend. The lady I live with has had luck with quite a few quests so I've decided to head out and do the same."

*Theron turned over to the man, maintaining some eye-contact now that his business was over for the time being. He was curious about why Ein was so quiet, but she seemed to be content with that so he wouldn't question it right now.*
Sally
"I'm more of an acquaintance rather than a friend," *He said.* "But yes, it seems the heart and center of such things are quests, and the only place to find them are at the capital."
Arthur
"Oh well, beating up bandits gets boring. Maybe I might find work as a court musician... Or maybe... A knight! Wait... I think that's a man only job"

*She can have dreams! One day, she shall become the best knight of the land and... Get all the dudes! Wait that's not how star wars went.*

"Aw. I see I'm not a friend of yours? One day I will become a friend! Count my words"
Al
*Theron muttered something about "Nineteen", then went back to focus on the man*

"Ah, I forgot. Apologies for being rude, but my name is Theron Farrid. So I take it that you might be heading to New Salvainia as well?"

*Theron reached his hand into his hood, scratching the back of his own head.*
Sally
*Reaching out his hand towards Theron,* "Valmir Northwatch. Pleasure to meet you."
Arthur
*Confusion. Big confusion. Wait a moment*

"That's not the name you gave me! How many names do you have? I thought you were Ancano... Of Ruipaior!"

*She now doubts his existence as a truthful person. Who really was this. Now she feels uncomfortable. He couldn't even tell her a name that he'd tell others.*
Sally
*With sly grin on his face,* "What silly girl you are, Eínillainis. You have already forgotten my name already. I said out right from encounter that my name wasn't Ancano. I believe this is your farm girl instinct getting the best of you, perhaps you're well proportioned skills overlapped in your judgement of something so simple as my name."
Arthur
*She sighed, scratching her head in mild frustration.*

"Oh well, cant help it I suppose. Not all farmers are educated in higher levels. I'm even lucky to know how to read. Though... How my parents knew to read... I will never know. But now, I shall refer to you as Valmir... Northwatch. Or maybe Val. Val is much easier"
Al
*Theron supposed that the man just used fake names as a cover of sorts... He possibly did things that bordered along criminal acts, which would explain the cloaked figure that Theron initially saw speaking to him.*

"... You two aren't close, after all. Valmir mentioned how you were both acquaintances. I suppose not remembering someone's name after traveling for a time is understandable."

*Theron gave him a nod, shaking his hand once then quickly retracting it.*
Sally
*He looks over to Theron with his brow raised, readjusting his folded arms to comfortable position. His rather cynical way of thinking things brought along this curious dismay.*

"Do you often repeat stuff that's happening?" *He bluntly asks him.* "Because this is the second time you addressed something that's obvious.
Arthur
*She sighed to herself, leaning onto a wall, letting her cloak hang, revealing her many weapons... And armour reserved for someone who fights a lot. Seriously! What kind of farmer has a gambeson and a cuirass sitting around? 

Anyways, her day is now extremely confusing because she has 2 new names to learn... And one new person she feels a slight suspicion of. Why would he use fake names* 

"Ne- fake names are used when you have something to hide. Do you have something to hide? I think it's the same for fake stories and lies. Like that story about the man and the 12 liers. Though it's fake..."
Al
"I suppose you can take it as, I like to make sure I understand what's happening."

*Theron would give the man a shallow smile, then glance over to Ein. At least she understood that much... But delving into what kind of activities the nameless person in front of them takes part in was something he did not feel like doing as of now.*

"I've gotten what I needed, so I'll be heading out... Possibly get two rooms set up at the inn, for the evening. What about you Ein?"
Arthur
"An inn sounds nice... Being warm and cosy for a single night cant hurt much. Plus, it's been a bit since I've drank any alcohol."

*She said with that classic grin of a person who has some... Strange intelligence levels.*

"Plus, forests near a city aren't safe. Too many would be thieves there"
Sally
*The High Elf stood there quietly as the two converse one another.*
Al
"Alright. I'll go ahead and set it up then... I'll pay for the night, so do as you wish around the city till dusk. I will be at the blacksmith for some time going over my equipment if you need me."

*Theron then focused back on the man as he held the door open, about to walk out.*

"May we see each other again in good health, Valmir."

*Theron then left the store, deciding it wasn't worth hearing a reply.*
Arthur
"I shall be off to gather some supplies for myself... And maybe visit the blacksmith for some touching up on my equipment. May we meet another time, Valmir"

*And like that, she went off... To go do something... Maybe get a water flask... Those tend to be good... Or better yet, get some new boots! But... Alas, she needs to spend her momey wisely... She only has so much in her budget...*
Sally
*He mutters to himself,* "Wait 'til they figure out I'm the hired blacksmith for Dhugech Smithy..."

*The Elf shrugs and walks out of the store, before he did he gave an auspicious nod towards the shopkeeper and then closing the door behind him.*
Arthur
*Yet again, a specific EinEin could be found roaming the streets... Her gear clinking against each other due to... Them being metal of course. She was on her way to meet the blacksmith! She needed... Some sharpening... And maybe a new handle... It's gotten very loose. Hopefully that's in her budget... If not... She'll probably do it herself...*
Sally
*In the smithy, Morwé begins to toil beside the fire, straightening a newly forged sword against an anvil. The smell of ash and metal resonate in the air. The Clinking and Clanking got louder and louder. The many years in the forge brought a clean handiwork in the weapons, refining a far superior weapon being made.*
Arthur
*She peeped her head in, upon hearing the black smith in the house, not actually noticing it is Mr Val yet... 

She put on her classic grin and called over, at least after entering the door of the shop*

"Hellloooo!"

*Very friendly... Doubt he could hear her though. A shop tends to be very loud... Very very loud*
Sally
*Face hiding in the smoke,* "Aye, welcome to the smithy..."

*He tends to smoldering fire in the furnace, melting steel as he goes. The High Elf becomes covered in ash and sweat.*
Arthur
"Do you... People do... Blade sharpening... Deburring... And maybe realignment and tightening grips? My claymore... Is a bit wobbly as of now. 

Oh oh and are you able to fix dents in armour? Turns out, bows aren't really that nice to armour."
Sally
"Yes, we can repair your sword."

*Morwé stops his work and makes his way to the front. As he did, he stepped back a little surprised, but his shocked expression quickly turned to a cunning grin. A familiar face has come to him once more.*

"I presume it's your commissioned claymore you ever so told me about?" *He asked her in a sarcastic demeanor.*
Arthur
"Oh it's Mr Valmir... Of Somewhere. Yes it is. The handle wasn't... The best fit. Hope you can fix it. And... The rest of my gear... Pleaaase~?"
Sally
*He stood there staring at her with an unamused look on his face. Grubby and all from the work he has been doing. There little exchange had a disparity that distanced the two far from each other, the Elf felt very well irritated.*

"I would look into repairing them, yes..." *He said to her unthusiastically.* "But you're not giving me what you want to repair."
Arthur
*She sighed to herself, taking out her leather book yet again, then began to list*

"Pommel and grip is loose on the claymore, giving it an annoying wobble. The Basket hilt broadsword just simply needs to be deburred and sharpened. The buckler and cuirass needs to be undented and my helmet needs... The visor... Well... Less dented."

*List complete. Inhale and exhale!*
Sally
*He continued to look at her with an unmoved expression. With his arms folded and his stance stiffened, he stood there simply waiting. She listed the things needed to be done, but she forgets the very thing she needed to do.*

"Well?" *He asked impatiently.*
Arthur
*She produced the objects she needed... Done. If he says another well... She won't actually know what's wrong. But among the objects are... A claymore... Buckler... Basket hilt broadsword... Her cuirass and helmet... And that's all! She still kept her rondel. Those tend to be useful at times*
Sally
*He stared at the items placed on the counter, picking some and examining them in great detail.*

"I can fix all of these, except for the claymore" *He addressed her.* "It's beyond repair..."

*Morwë picks up the claymore and turns to the back and examines through the stockpile. From row to row, he searches through, trying to find the proper materials to fixing it.*

"Your cuirass, helmet, and buckler I can repair no problem however..." *Morwë explained as he continued to look.* "It's a simple work in the anvil and nothing more. Your hilt I can just replace... But for your claymore, the best I can do is reforge you a new one."
Arthur
*She sighed to herself. Thinking about good old friend Claymore... Is she going to have yo say good bye to it?*

"If the claymore can't be saved, I won't argue with a professional. I suppose I can get a new one reforged. What is the approximate amount of money do I have to give you?" 

*So many fun days with the claymore... Cutting enemies down... And cutting some branches down... Fun times. She just hopes this new claymore will be as good as the old one!*
Sally
"It'll cost about 25 silver for repairs, but to buy a newly made sword will be 60 silver more."

*He places down the claymore and walks over the counter and grabs the broadsword. He then takes it to a crafting bench, carefully disassembling the hilt from the blade. After he took the disassembled blade to a stone grinder and began resharpening the blade.*

"The only thing I can say about your claymore is that it's imbalanced. The tip is too heavy and the core is too weak, I can practically cut it in half with my hammer... I suggest reforging it to a smaller and more balanced sword."
Arthur
"Hmmm... Well... I suppose I can do without a great sword for now. My broadsword should suffice. I'll buy another sword from you another day, Valmir"

*She said with a grin, producing her money pouch and... Taking out the 25 silver he said... Plus 5 more silver just in case something occured, putting her hand out for him to take it*

"Here's 25 silver... There's 5 more just in case something happens. You can keep the 5 if nothing happens..."
Sally
*He steps off the grinder, looking over to her with meager interest. The Elf then proceeds back to workbench and slowly assembling back the blade.*

"So I take it that you want to keep your claymore for now?"

*Morwë turns around and heads to the counter, exchanging the broadsword for the buckler and helmet. There he heads over to the forge and place the two against the fire, patiently waiting for the both to glow red. As he waited he grabbed a bellows to his side and slowly tempered the smoldering fire.*

"What happened to Theron?" *He asks casually, trying to make conversation.*
Arthur
"I'll probably keep the claymore. It's extremely difficult to use now since... Well the handle moves. I'm unsure as to where Theron is... He somewhat disappeared"

*She said, leaning against that wall... Having taken out her lute, playing a simple tune. Well as simple as her style of music gets...*
Sally
*As he pulls out the cuirass and buckler out of the fire and onto the anvil, Morwë carefully began tapping his hammer away against the steel, smoothing out the dent with much attentive care. His focus began to stir as Eínillainis' music stirred a peaceful air.*

"He'll show up at some point..." *He mutters.* "Perhaps he's at the inn, or maybe shopping for items..."
Arthur
"Or flat out drunk on the floor of an inn... That tends to happen to people..."

*She said, still playing the tune... It was very much like her. It has two sides... Something that sounds mysterious and... Oddly sad and something bright and happy, with a tinge of power and satisfaction. Maybe she is really just two sides of a coin... But anyways, it's soon become obvious that she wasn't exactly the most normal person... You see, her hand moves faster than many people... And she has such good control over it... Probably practiced this a lot*
Sally
*He held up the buckler up in the air and closely examined it. Morwë took one easy blow and then carefully place back down. He turned his attention onto the cuirass and looked to in a steely eyed examination.*

"I doubt he is..." *He commented.* "He didn't look the type to fill the day in hedonistic debauchery."
Arthur
"Oh well, not many people enjoy the feeling you get in the mornin' after a good night's drink."

*Lute noises*

"And I'm assuming Hedonistic Debauchery means something along the lines of getting flat out drunk"
Sally
*Wiping the cuirass with a rag,* "Sort of... It's more or less enjoying the finer things in life. As for debauchery... It's basically whoring, drinking, and... Uhhh... And also whoring and drinking at the same time."

*Morwë returns to the counter with a freshly repaired buckler and cuirass. He turns to look at the helmet and examine it.*
Arthur
"Whoring doesn't sound like a good thing... Sounds like boring. Boring tends to make me feel nervous."

*She perfectly knew what that meant. And it was obvious she was trying to be sarcastic... But she completely misses the point of sarcasm.*
Sally
*Continuing to examine Eínillainis' helmet, looking to it in a befuddled expression. He wasn't familiar with the style and handiwork of the helmet. It didn't seem to look the type to fashion a visor. Regardless, he continued to closely examine it, trying to grasp a sorted idea of where the visor should be.*

"As a 300 year old Elf whose travels took him far and wide, I believe whoring to be the quintessential aspect to enjoying life. Bugger all who says it other wise."
Arthur
*It's a closed Sallet... Pretty cool looking. Has a unique shape... Interesting. It looks too well made... To well... Be bought by someone like her. Did she steal it off of someone? Maybe she got it from some bandit man. Actually, she just bought it. It wasn't that expensive.* 

"300... Years old? You're old, old man. And... I'm unsure if you are in the position... To... You know, work in that business. Unless you mean the other way around, and I'm sure people like you would enjoy that kind of things..."
Sally
*Turning around again, grabbing an unattached visor at the very top shelf.*

"By Silnari standards, 300 is technically the basic equivalent to being 20 in Macen years," *He replied casually.* "The advantage that I take from it is more so the vast amount of experience I gain over the years. Even if those experiences involved many... Venereal encounters."
Arthur
"Oh well... I wouldn't enjoy living for that long. Life is simply too long. There's a reason why Macens shant live forever. We just get bored easily."

*She continued to play her song... At this point, she has been improvising in that Min-Maj-Min pattern for a while... It might as well become a rhapsody*
Sally
*Morwë turns to the workbench and began attaching the visor onto the helmet. There he carefully placed bolts onto the temples of the helmet.*

"You're saying that on your own behalf, Eínillainis," *He commented to her naïve remark.* "There are many of those in your race that desire immortality. As an Elf, we took our time mastering many would be skills. If you seen Silnari smithed tools, they're vastly superior to the dwarfish and macen tools. The only thing I'd say more so is that Dwarven materials are perhaps commendable in quality in comparison to the primitive creations that the Macens make."
Arthur
"Well, isn't that what makes us special? We don't live long, we surely don't have the best thing, but we still are around... And powerful I suppose? But I guess I'm speaking on my own behalf. Living for a long time gets boring"
Sally
*As he finished the helmet, he tested the durability of the helmet lifting it up and down to see if its still attached.*

"That doesn't really make any difference." *He snidely replied, returning back to the counter with the helmet.* "To be fairly honest, The Men of Drase in comparison to the many wondrous things in the world, their short and unassuming lives bare too little to serve a purpose. Powerful? In numbers I assume? Population? Your species breed like rabbits... It puts that existential question I always find in every so-called Macen adventurer I've encountered... They desire so much for glory and power simply because their lives serve too little, and the constant fear of being forgotten will always linger by their shoulders like an inescapable plague."

*He continues on, staring at the girl with broiling intensity in his eyes.*

"If we stand a hundred years from now, I will stand and continue on with my 'long and boring life' while you die away. Forgotten by the people, by the tomes, by the scrolls... You will simply be a whisper in the wind that I will hurriedly brush off. You say that makes you powerful... Well I guess you are mistaken to see that your short lives is dreaded in the inevitable. You will never be remembered. You will be forgotten."
Arthur
*She flinched at that, then loosened up. She gave him a lazy shrug* 

"Well, if I'm dead, I probably died doing something I love... Or dying doing something I don't like... Or just dying a pathetic death. Doesn't really matter. I just do the adventuring because I like it... That and the alcohol. That's also pretty fun"

*She said, ending her song in a cliffhanger-y way. It ended in the mysterious section too! But she doesn't seem to care about living long. Mostly because she has a dream.. And that's to consume all the alcohols in the land!*

"Plus, I'm sure I'm already forgotten at my home village. My brother probably thinks I'm dead. I'm not exactly special enough to be remembered in some book..."
Sally
*Placing the helmet down, heaving a heavy sigh.*

"Funny that you're eating your own words," *He mutters to himself.*

*He grabs the coins left in the counter and placing them onto a leather pouch that was hidden underneath. As he placed them in the bag, he counted as so.*

"Is there anything else? If there aren't, then I must get back to the work I'm actually being paid for by the guild."
Arthur
"I see I see. That is all, thank you, and may we meet again. Hopefully not in a hundred years. Doubt I'll be functioning to a decent level when my bones feel like twigs."

*She puts her hands out for her things... Fun times ahead!*
Sally
*His brows furrowed to the girls strange response. She has no apparent back bone. After the tirade he unleashed onto her, she had no decency to muster some testament to argue back. 'Pathetic' was all he thought of her... But in some ways he felt guilty. In some part, his speech projected a little piece of insecurity from him...*

*The High Elf said nothing but nodded out of acknowledgement. He turned away and headed back to the forge, continuing his craft.*
Arthur
*Take her things she goes... On they go... Assuming they were cold enough to wear... And off she goes... Maybe to go drink what he said away. He's scary.*
Al
*Theron had taken his time listening to pieces of their conversation... Somewhere beginning on how people die and get forgotten? Non-sense that wasn't worth worrying over. Deciding to just waltz in now that Ein was finished with whatever she had come for.*

"So I'm guessing this is where the blacksmith was... Well, it's better than nothing. I'll be using the grinding wheel if you would be fine with that, Valmir."

*After listening to them go at it for a minute or so, he assumed it was the man of questionable morals. Similar personality and voice was basically the same... Listening in on people's conversations could be seen as rude, but there wasn't much to make of what had happened.*
Sally
*Far in the back,* "It's not my wheel to be had... The Blacksmith guild is the company that will charge you for that."

*Sound of clanking metal, and the hissing sounds of heated metal kissing the cool water toiled in the air. Loud as it can be.*
Al
"What'd be the charge for sharpening? I'd like to ensure most of my things are well kept.. It's been some time since I've used these spares, as I left the used equipment back at home!"

*Theron made sure to raise his voice, not wanting to get drowned out by the elf's work. At least the man made money from true work, he wasn't as bad as he had originally guessed... Possibly just the way he interacted with others was what mattered.*
Sally
*The sounds of the forge stopped as Morwë peered from the back with his arms folded.*

"It depends on the steel..." *He answered.* "Blades vary... But they often cost several silver pieces. Axes cost half that, and Hammers and blunt weaponry are a coppers worth."
Al
"Aye, I get it. I have quite a few things I would like to run through and make sure they're in peak condition. Didn't want to waste your time, but could you go through and sharpen the sword and dagger I have with me?"

*Theron would immediately unsheathe both a silver short-sword and iron dagger he had on his person. They hadn't much ware, but small evidence of use were to be seen along the few scratches on the blades and knicks in the handle.*
Sally
*He walks over the young man, gesturing him to hand over his blade. A keen curiosity came on to the High Elf the very instant the blade was unsheathed.*

"I recognize this handiwork..." *He commented.* "This... This is forged by the smiths of Kal..."
Al
"Kal? I don't have much expertise in the crafting of weapons, so excuse me in not understanding much about the interest you show in it. I pray that means it's worth keeping in peak condition, however."

*Theron didn't really show much liking to the man, but seeing as how he worked in this environment and knew what he was doing... It did give him a good feeling as to how feverously he ensured his equipment's quality.*
Sally
*Examining the blade, with extreme caution,* "Are you not familiar with the city of Kal? The Former capital of the Salvainian Empire?"

*He shook his head in disbelief right as he continued studying the blade. Out of curiosity, he gripped the hilt and measured its weight. Light as expected. A Silver Kalian blade was quality steel for sure, steel that needed to be sharpened quite lightly with careful hands.*
Al
"I'm familiar with Kal, yes. I was born there quite a long time ago... Although, the smiths didn't much praise their own works. I thought you had been referring to some farland place."

*Theron stretched, not really sure of what to say. He didn't expect praise to be dropped by an elf onto his homeland, but there were numerous surprises waiting in life.*

"As for yourself, you seem to be quite knowledgeable. Being able to guess a make of another from a glance alone... I take it smithing is your century long profession?"