Aedus did not go far- He went to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F26%2F60%2F4e%2F26604ec8519f6b7b1f9baef84b537d1d--blacksmith-shop-fantasy-blacksmith.jpg&amp;hash=76fd77b1cf297b03b8034090a369d393" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/26/60/4e/26604ec8519f6b7b1f9baef84b537d1d--blacksmith-shop-fantasy-blacksmith.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dragensild Blacksmithy</a>, where some orc by the name of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F6b%2Fd1%2F5d%2F6bd15d4232d2b4d041ecebfb85ba5530--female-orc-neverwinter.jpg&amp;hash=76ab22ec437590b2d9702ba9e71b2be2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/6b/d1/5d/6bd15d4232d2b4d041ecebfb85ba5530--female-orc-neverwinter.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Batum Urzoga</a>. He would hold his broad sword out to her, as he spoke up. "<b>Mind sharpening this? If you can reinforce it as well, that'd be grand, I will pay extra." </b>Aedus said, as Batum would take the blade and head inside. He would lean against the wall outside, holding up his hand as a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F6f%2F41%2Fb6%2F6f41b6d9d72b2df0b4c2d400ef1afdd1--story-inspiration-writing-inspiration.jpg&amp;hash=905ac7f6ed3801eccc2a48950dae02b4" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/6f/41/b6/6f41b6d9d72b2df0b4c2d400ef1afdd1--story-inspiration-writing-inspiration.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">small flame emitted from his palm,</a>to keep him warm. It was useful to have magic at his side, but he still needed his sword- The blade was getting dull, and the path back to Karak Izril was not exactly safe, so he wanted to keep it sharp for any potential battle to come. Besides, his mother always taught him that his weapon was an extension of himself.<br/><br/>It wouldn't serve to have the blade be dull and chipped- It was as if his own arm was dislocated.<br/><br/>As he awaited, he heard someone yell and start walking forward, before his eyes would fall upon the woman. There were SEVERAL things wrong with this situation- One, shouldn't it be the guy chasing after the girl? Two, she was walking out here looking like she fit more inside of a tavern bedroom, under the sheets, then actually traversing the cold weather, where she could (and would) die. Three, why was she out here in the first place? Apparently to return the gold he gave her, which caused him to stare intensely, as he saw the pouch of gold in front of him. Now, most people, especially given this was the winter when food and resources were scarce, would've taken the gold without a second thought, be thankful, and be happy to continue their merry way.<br/><br/>What the fuck was wrong with this girl?<br/><br/>"<b>Uhm.....Excuse me, miss, but are you.....all there in the head?"</b>He asked, tapping his forehead. He honestly could not believe someone would WILLINGLY return almost three mithril worth of coin. Granted, it wasn't that much, but it was still a lot of money, and the only explanation he got was that there was something mentally deficient with the girl. "<b>Look, I-I don't really care what's customary or not, I am not going to go through a bunch of procedure to give someone some money. I gave it to you cause I disrupted your act, and I.....well, kind threw around your audience. Not exactly sorry for that, but you weren't doing anything, so it was just my way of making it up to a pretty girl's act." </b>He said, casually.<br/><br/>He would then see the Blacksmith come back. "<b>Ah, thanks! How much do I owe you?" </b>He asked.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"<b>Two gold. Reinforced the blade with Silver. Perfect for killing Undead." </b>She said.</span><br/><br/>"<b>I heard Necromancers were becoming a nusiance, but I didn't know it was becoming commonplace. "</b>He said, before taking two gold from the Beve's pouch. "<b>There. Happy now?". </b>He then placed them in the Orc's hand, as he took<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fscontent.cdninstagram.com%2Ft51.2885-15%2Fe35%2F12547132_552855831550446_2086166199_n.jpg%3Fig_cache_key%3DMTE3OTY5MTMyNjM5MDMxMjc2MA%253D%253D.2&amp;hash=2d0367bba72c17b62c99529a9a244c0a" href="http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/12547132_552855831550446_2086166199_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTE3OTY5MTMyNjM5MDMxMjc2MA%3D%3D.2" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Narsil</a>in his hand, twirled it once (nearly hitting Beve) and placed it back in his sheath. He then said jokingly, not knowing he was signing himself up for a WORLD of headaches, something to Beve. "<b>Heck, if it bothers you that much, come with me- Doesn't hurt to have an extra pair of hands when travelling." </b>He said.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="139" data-username="@Lullaby" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/139/">@Lullaby</a>