<strong><span class="bbc_u">Jordan</span></strong><br/>The Blacksmith's eyes look up to Jordan's as she moans then back to his work, jotting down the measurements as he goes. Soon as he was finished he smiled at her, "No." He taps her chin with his finger and takes the chain piece into the back of his shop. "Come." Stepping into the back room there is an array of tools, this is his workshop, outside his the forge. Tossing the chain onto the table he grabs a series of tools and sets them down on the table as well. He digs through a box full of small metal plates likely used for splint mail. On the far end of the room there is a bed. "Have a seat." He gestures towards the bed.