Daric barged into the smithy with the elegance of a boar, then shutting it to block the cold winds of the morning from blowing his dark trench coat away, his beard rustling under the hood. He took it off, revealing his somewhat long red hair, and looked around. When he finally met eyes with Vennar he walk up to him him a serious manner before breaking into a smile throwing his arms around the sweaty smith<br/><br/>"Vennar! It's been too long since we've met, how've you been?" trying to sound cheery. Although he looked rather cheerful there was some sadness to him. He then moved to a chair as Vennar spoke, putting his head on his hand and stare at the swords and arms around the shop.<br/><br/>"you know, it could've a much better reunion if you had came to my inn" he took out a flask and take a drink then wiping his mouth with his sleeves "we'd have a few drinks at least"