<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>Alyssa, Mentioning Felicity, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leovic took another moment to take in the woman as she mentioned that her weapon wasn't 'in a rock'. Examining it, he hummed and hurred. It certainly wasn't something he'd be able to recognise instantly, but the quality of the material was obvious, at least. It was more than just some rocky-iron mineral; it was clearly some form of crafted too. It looked less like a warrior's weapon, and more like... “<strong>If I have to be honest; I don't think I can give you a proper answer. Blind guess? I'd say it looks the sort of thing t'be held by a well made statue of a warrior, or a king. Probably hurts when you get hit by it though.</strong>” He said, chuckling lightly as he returned her stiff grip.<br/><br/>When she released her hold on his hand, and began to flex to show off, Leovic reached over and picked up the hunk of Rock-and-metal with an obvious grunt of strain. He was able to shift it, but not particularly comfortably. He hadn't Alyssa's experience with the weapon's weight, after all. Still, with a hand and a half he was holding the thing, feeling how unweildy it was, and how it reflected on the Cow-Woman's strength. “<strong>Well, I can't say I'm much of a local bounty board, but I know the Abottryx has been looking for help for a while. She's easy to find at her Temple. Oberyn – The Town Warden – He's a good lad who normally has some bounties on the track. If you're looking for others who might want t' form a party, look to the Tavern.</strong>”<br/><br/>With a flex of his own, Leovic showed off his own immense strength, half-tossing the hunk of steel she called a weapon so that he could twist the handle around to face her, offering it to its original owner. “<strong>Hell, I'm free if you need another strong pair o' hands. I imagine we have a similar skillset though; in case you were worried I might show you up.</strong>” He chuckled, teasing and ribbing the woman gently to try and see how well she took to humour. Truth be told, he imagined they would be about the same in terms of strength, with her having a slight edge, but him having better technique. The refined strength of a Smith versus the unrestrained strength of a self-made fighter.