<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Midday | Stonecock Forge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Mentioning Felicity<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leovic liked the work he did.<br/><br/>The clang of iron, the singing of the forge coals, the dance of the metal underneath his hammer; each was an important part of the performance.  It was an intricate piece of his soul, being made manifest by his own talent, skill, hardwork, and the sweat of his brow. He had learned this love for smithing in the Stoneharth hold, where he learned how to make axe heads, and crossbow bolts, and where he honed his skills with a smith whose swords would make most of the warriors here weep with the quality of his work!<br/><br/>He pulled the iron out of the fire for the last time, and placed it on the horn of the anvil. With one last tap with his hammer, he saw the completion of his work.<br/><br/>...Shame it was just a horseshoe.<br/><br/>His work had gotten a lot less grand since leaving the heroic keep of the Stoneharth family, and a little more mundane under the Stone...the Stone<em>cock</em>name. It wasn't exactly his first idea he had in mind for an appropriate master's name, and truth be told he'd thought he misheard when he joined underneath Felicity's banner. Now that he knew the truth...now that he knew<em>several</em>truths about the woman, it sometimes made him wonder if it was a test by the gods that led him to Amberdale.<br/><br/>Still, with Horseshoes done, and with a slight sweat worked up, Leovic stretched out his form, muscles bulging and joints popping in appreciation of his sudden release of tension. “<strong>Alright Boss, I'm done for the morning. Gimme a call if you need more work done, I'll go sit in the front.</strong>”<br/><br/>“<strong>No sweat, Leo.</strong>” The woman shouted, herself working hard on the grindstone, sharpening a farmer's hoe.<br/><br/>And so, Leovic ended up sitting at the front counter of the Blacksmithy, leaning over it and reading a book while he waited for anything interesting to come into his life. Never know when a villager might need a bit of muscle and turn to the Half-Orcish Dwarfson, or when an adventurer might need to buy a dagger in a hurry.