Bloodscale watched as the blacksmith casually walked up to his forge and over the bear traps not even noticing him. His tail twitched with irritation as he sat there watching the man position a sword hilt on his table while he chewed on a chisel before he noticed Bloodscale. The man stared into Bloodscale's eyes, the chisel hanging from his mouth, for a minute before he opened his mouth and spoke.<br/><br/>"Have I got something on my face?" The man asked  him with an irritated tone. Bloodscale looked at him and tilted his head slightly.<br/><br/>"Well I thought so at first but it seems that is just how you normally look. But your face isn't why I came here." Bloodscale unhooked the bag from his back and tossed it over to the blacksmith before he carefully walked over the bear traps and sat down on the other side lifting one of his claws to scratch idly at the scales around his muzzle.<br/><br/>"My name is Bloodscale and in those bags are some designs I have been working on. I need some help with adjusting fittings and sizing and such unfortunately I can't do this by myself. Take a look and tell me what you think and how much you want for helping me with them." Bloodscale smiled as he thought about the brilliant designs he had made. A small light plate would go on the back between the wings while thinner plates of metal would run down the back with holes for his spikes. A set of inch thick iron plates would go on the belly protecting the weaker scales. The whole ensemble was finished off rather nicely he thought, with steel tips that went on the claws and the spikes protecting them from snapping.