It had been another successful venture for Borkul, the Half Orc almost grinning as he sat with a few others in a caravan to Nerys.  His travels had brought him to West Rhiannon, the poorer the Rhiannon city-states.  Hell even poorer then poor, what had once been a lavish and amazing place had been corrupted and desecrated to what it was today.. The slums.  However in the slums there always seemed to be a good amount of work for anyone willing to venture into the The Wastelands, and it was Borkul how was recruited to, shall we say, remove a growing band of raiders that was starting to become an issue on the border of The Wastelands.  So, a days hard work and a few bloody fights later Borkul would be paid his dues and off to Nerys.  Seeing how it had been a month since the last time he had been there, the necessary repairs were needed for his equipment.<br/><br/>Once arriving in Nerys, Borkul would pay the merchants that gave him a ride from West Rhiannon and would show up to pretty much the only blacksmith in town that he trusted.  A Dark Elf that went by the name of Jaen.  His shop being open way before Borkul had ever visited Nerys.  Exchanging a banter and greeting of “What is an piece of orc filth like you doing here?” and “I thought an old dried up dark elf would of killed over by now” the two would laugh and shake hands before Borkul would remove his plated belt. Taking the two closed off pouches as well as a leather pouch so Jaen could get to work on repairing his armor.<br/><br/>“So tell me Halfie, what's the latest adventure you been on?”  Jaen asked, quick to expand Borkul's armor before inspecting every plate and joint.  “Nothing to dangerous, I dealt with some raiders off in The Wastelands near West Rhiannon's border.  I don't remember The Wastelands being so barren and dead.”  Borkul said as he untied the sheath that was fastened over his chest, pulling his cleaver out to inspect it before putting it aside for Jaen to pick up.  “The Wastelands is nothing but waste now Halfie... No idea why your kind chooses to live there!”  Jaen spat out, rigging the armor up to his anvil before grabbing his hammer to start and work out some dents.  “Yeah, just like I have no idea why you stay here in Nerys you old bastard!”  Borkul spat back, walking trough Jaen's workshop to a door that had more shall we say questionable items in it.  The two closed off pouches in the Half Orc's hands as he opened the door and went in.<br/><br/>“HEY! Don't you fucking take my top shelf goods!”  Jaen shouted, bringing his hammer down and actually denting Borkul's armor.  “Shit!”  Jaen shouted, quick to smack it a few times before moving on.  “Yeah yeah yeah..”  Borkul rolled his eyes, going in to refill the few things he needed in cause brute force wasn't needed.  Simple vanishing dust, smoke bombs, blinding powder.  Quick devices and things he could use to deceive and get the upper hand.  Coming out of the supply room he would shut the door behind himself, the two pouches filled and closed off once more before Borkul went to sit down and wait.  Jaen making sure to not only repair the heavy armor set of his belt but the light armor set as well before moving on to his cleaver to sharpen and re-strap the handle.<br/><br/>“Don't show your ugly face around here for another month you hear me!?”  Jaen stated, laughing as Borkul put his belt and sheath back on, sliding his sword into the sheath before reattaching the pouches, a rather nice lump of gold crowns sitting on Jaen's table as Borkul waved the Dark Elf off.  “Don't forget these!”  Jaen shouted out to Borkul, coming out of his shop with another pouch, the contents being a good five or six rune stones that were fully charged.  “Thanks old man.  See you around.”  Borkul said before leaving.  With that Borkul was pretty much done with work related matters, standing there in his usual attire of a black sleeveless shirt and brown pants the Half Orc would see the long streets lined with merchants and booths trying to sell their own goods and inventions.  Borkul always liked perusing the booths, sometimes you found an amazing invention or device, most of the time you ended up with a shitty piece of metal that stopped working after the first try.  Whatever the case may be Borkul was always willing to give the Nerys trade market one good look through a month.  The Half Orc's boots already leading him into the thick of the crowds.