<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"<b>The Mercenary? Dunno about him, but I believe his father might sponsor you, if you ask- Knight Commander Jadar Vanxiron is a pretty popular Knight in the Avery Territory, well respected by King <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F0c%2F41%2Fbc%2F0c41bc600b22a567207ff42f598f55ae--the-lion-king-a-lion.jpg&amp;hash=71e03661e9ac84997eb90fc7f5ce6c10" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/41/bc/0c41bc600b22a567207ff42f598f55ae--the-lion-king-a-lion.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Kadash Minrathos</a>, Rumor has it that the King's been thinking of promoting him to the status of Lord Marshall. For a poor man to be elevated to Noble Status is quite the accomplishment. I wonder why the Silver Lion never joined the army?" </b>Bamut said, honestly curious. Even if he was a half elf, being in the army was a quick way to elevate yourself and earn prestige and respect. Indeed, given Leokas's reputation as a mercenary, it wasn't for a lack of skill, and if his father was a knight, it wasn't for a lack of opportunity.<br/>
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So what compelled Leo to fight as a mercenary than a soldier?<br/>
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Bamut would just laugh at her flustered and red face, patting her on the back lightly....well, lightly for Bamut- She was still an Orc, and a Blacksmith at that, so light for her could still push Beve slightly forward. "<b>Oh come off it, Beve, you cannot be such a sour puss- Sure, he's a bit a abrasive now, but apply some of that '<i>womanly charm</i>' of yours, and he'll melt in your hand, like butter in a forge! You got a body that would make any man drop and worship you, if you used it!" </b>Bamut said, enjoying her teasing of Beve. She had been the Town's Blacksmith for almost five years, and in the entire time that Beve had been here, the two had gotten along as close as kin...well, in Bamut's opinion, anyway. Bamut was a naturally friendly person, though many mistook her for a dumb brute of an Orc. Despite her more....vulgar tendencies, her intellect showed with her craft. <br/>
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Bamut was a born Blacksmith. It was her calling in life.<br/>
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Bamut would then rub her chin at Beve's suggestion. True, she had done all she could to master the works of Iron, Steel, Silver, and Orichalcum in smithing, but she still only knew theory and basic understanding for the more complex metals and alloys- Elven Mithril, Dwarven Aetherium, and hell, she heard the mages created a way to use enchanted fucking ice as a weapon! HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU MAKE A WEAPON OUT OF MAGIC ICE?! needless to say, Bamut was more than interested. So much so, that She immediately turned to Beve and gripped her shoulders. "<b>You know what? Fine- Knowing you probably would cry if you broke a nail, I doubt you've so much as learned how to properly maintain a weapon, have you?" </b>She teased, before letting out a laugh. "<b>Then you know what? This Orc throws her lot in with your party. Consider me your personal blacksmith."</b><br/>
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Bamut was obviously excited, but her eyes then lit up, as she looked at Beve, with the dagger tapping her chin. She only got like that when she was inspired. "<b>I know something perfect for you- Fashionable, but still good for protection! I just need to improve the fit for you, hold on!" </b>She said, as she quickly grabbed a measuring tool, before taking Beve's Measurements, her trained eyes ensuring she had everything numbered correctly, before writing it down on a piece of paper. She then went into the back room, and the sound of snipping and tearing could be heard, before she would walk back out. She held an outfit in her hand, along with a hat, gloves, stockings, and shoes, and had a massive smile on her face.<br/>
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"<b>A Knight-Enchanter came to me one day to improve the fit of their armor, but the next day, they got killed by wolves. " </b>She said, as she helped Beve slip it on. "<b>The armor is all enchanted wool, cotton, and leather. Light enough that it will feel like normal clothing, but strong enough that this thing can take a few hits from magical attacks and weapons." </b>She said to her. She would then look at Beve's hands, before narrowing her eyes, biting her tongue lightly. "<b>Hmm....Callouses on your hand suggest you've experience with a bow....I'll make note of that for later." </b>She would then pull her in front of mirror before looking towards Beve, expectantly. "<b>Well, go on- Tell me what you think?"</b><br/>
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The outfit clearly fit that of a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpbs.twimg.com%2Fmedia%2FCuwLV7MWEAAvBKO.jpg&amp;hash=a403683f84b8fff9babd7b55897e75cf" href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CuwLV7MWEAAvBKO.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Knight-Enchanter</a>- They focused their magical arts on compensating for where their physical strength failed them. The outfit allowed freedom of movement, without leaving the owner virtually defenseless. The leather reinforced the cloth, which appeared to be magically enchanted. When a gust of cold air blew in, from Batum killing the forge's fire, the outfit seemed to glow and (though it did not prevent the winter's air from hitting her) the chill of winter was...dulled by it. One thing mages were good for, their clothing was comfortable.<br/>
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