Leokas would look towards her. "<b>Narsil? It's name in my mother's tongue is '<i>Hathol hísen. Hîn síla gwae'.</i> The simplest translation would be '<i>Blade of Light. That which shall Shine in the wind'. </i>Interesting, isn't it? My mother never told me what it meant, but Blades in Old Elven Families inscribe them on, to tell their history. If every historical blade could talk, we'd never have a inaccurate account of war." </b>Leokas said, placing it back inside the sheath. He would then look towards her and opened his mouth to response, before she said that it was one way to earn money. He would try to respond. "<b>Hey Ma'am, I was just making a-" </b>He started trying to say. A noble like her most likely would get herself killed! Plus, he didn't want to pay a lot to hire her!<br/><br/>When she said that she'd travel with him for a month, simply for three mithril (most of which she already had) He gave it honest thought- Karak Izril was still days away. He had to worry about the Bandit Clan's, the Orc Tribal's, Thieves, Necromancers, and every other abomination known to the world, plus given the mountainous region, there would only be more places for those things to hide. This girl was as green as grace in the spring, but Leokas would give her an appraising look and saw she had....a spark. That single spark inside her, one that said that (which a little refining) she'd have the potential to be VERY great at something. He had honestly never thought about passing on what he learned as a mercenary, so why not?<br/><br/>"<b>Alright, don't see why not. It's settled than- You and me are a party." </b>He said, before holding out his hand. "<b>Leokas Vanxiron, Son of Sir <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fe8%2Fb0%2Fcc%2Fe8b0cc0f6ef49565d43012fe8b941b92--fantasy-armor-medieval-fantasy.jpg&amp;hash=fa530eccf62f7ee456efc6255b2b1a6b" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e8/b0/cc/e8b0cc0f6ef49565d43012fe8b941b92--fantasy-armor-medieval-fantasy.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jader Vanxiron</a>, Knight of Baron<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F95%2F4d%2Fc6%2F954dc6779f6d49f458c86b0362063f3d--character-ideas-character-art.jpg&amp;hash=d00b2779befa0ae7de9d3a353e392721" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/95/4d/c6/954dc6779f6d49f458c86b0362063f3d--character-ideas-character-art.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Vilkas Harmia</a> of the Avery Territory." </b>He said. The Avery Territory was the land beyond the great body of water to the east. Baron Vilkas was a well known expansionist, trying to expand the Human Kingdom by quickly claiming unused lands. If Leokas was telling the truth, then he was minor nobility- The Knights were non-hereditary nobility who earned their rank in society by serving as vassals, protecting the Lord or Lady in their army. "<b>To be honest though, that bullshit makes my head spin- Just call me Leo and we'll get on just fine." </b>He said to her.<br/><br/>When she mentioned needing appropriate attire, and spending the Inn, Leokas would just stare at her. "<b>Miss, do you-....not travel much?" </b>He asked, tapping the blade lightly. He would then sigh, before speaking up, crossing his arms. "<b>I can cover the stuff needed for the trip, I needed to buy the things I'd need anyway, but....You need to get fitted for armor and a weapon. Trust me when I say this- You'll need it." </b>He said, before holding up his hand. "<b>Consider this the five gold I owe you- After this, every last coin you own is yours." </b>He said. He would then shake his head.<br/><br/>"<b>Ma'am, I'm heading to Karak Izril, to return money I was collecting. If I don't get there soon, they'll assume I stole it, and given how the Weather is currently, along with how the roads are, It's best we get a move on as soon as possible. I'd rather risk being early than being late." </b>He said, which made sense, to the mercenary at the least. "<b>Don't worry, though, because I'll be grabbing the stuff we need- you just get prepped for travel. " </b>He said, before looking towards the woman. "<b>Can you suit her up?"</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Bamut gave him a nod, as he walked off, before leading Beve inside the Smithy. The heat from the forge was likely a welcome reprieve to the cold of winter. Bamut would then look towards Beve and give her a toothy grin. "<b>Seems like you found your Knight in Shining armor, Beve- Gonna go riding in the moonlight, like the stories? Let his Magic Sword explore your cave of wonders, and fight the fearsome dragon within?" </b>Bamut said. Orc's had VERY little shame when it came in regards to stuff as vulgar as that. She would then let out a laugh that seemed to rattle the shingles, before turning her attention towards the forge.<br/>
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"<b>Alright, a good going away gift...."</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Bamut would then grab a chunk of crystal- Aetherium, a dwarven mineral normally used for their automatons. The stuff was strong, and about as light as steel, so it was one of the best choices she could come up with. Hammer met mineral as she toiled over her work. One thing Orcs were good at? Creating weapons. If it could be made, and be used to hurt or kill someone, the Orc's were one of the best people for the job. Bamut would add....gold to the mixture?! She would then use a strange needle-like object, tracing over it, before taking a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.kingstonegems.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Flightning-ridge-black-opal-chinese-writing-oval-king-stone-gems-150346d.jpg&amp;hash=2111180ce8fe89fae8bd70bbffa85074" href="http://www.kingstonegems.com/wp-content/uploads/lightning-ridge-black-opal-chinese-writing-oval-king-stone-gems-150346d.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lightning Stone</a> and setting it in the hilt.<br/>
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Bamut would then hold up a true marvel of Weaponry- <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpre09.deviantart.net%2Ff253%2Fth%2Fpre%2Ff%2F2016%2F039%2F0%2Fc%2Faetherial_dagger___dague_d_aetherium___fanart_tes_by_etrelley-d9qsfyg.png&amp;hash=740e6f2f8d52e8d5b067b7338e353cf2" href="https://pre09.deviantart.net/f253/th/pre/f/2016/039/0/c/aetherial_dagger___dague_d_aetherium___fanart_tes_by_etrelley-d9qsfyg.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">An Aetherium Dagger</a>. She would twirl it in her grip, before making a couple of slash motions (careful to avoid hitting Beve with her large arms) and would then place it in her grip. "<b>That might just be my greatest piece yet- I've never tried forging with Aetherium before, but it was a lovely experience- The Stone will let you channel your magical reserves into lightning coursing around the blade, giving it an added boost, if you know anything about magic. "</b>She said, handing her a scabbard for the dagger. "<b>The name I wrote on it is '<i>Aerlinn El'. </i>If my Elvish is worth a damn, it means '<i>Lullaby of the Stars</i>' or '<i>Lullaby</i>' for short." </b>She said. "<b>The Dagger is yours now- You'll pass it off to your next of kin, and the song shall sing in the annuls of history forever." </b>She said. Elves were quite sensitive about the names they chose for their beloved crafts. Many great Elven blades were family heirlooms.<br/>
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"<b>Now, all we gotta do is fit you with armor! Would you like it a little tight, to show off for your potential husband?" </b>She said, cheekily.<br/>
</span><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="139" data-username="@Lullaby" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/139/">@Lullaby</a>(Enjoy the vulgarity that is an Orc! I am not sorry, for her words or for the name of the dagger xD)