Nathan The Blacksmith
NATHAN THE BLACKSMITH
Master Hurdan listens carefully as Nate tells him of the mornings meeting, the offer, and his acceptance of it.
"Well, you've done and decided then. Taint much that I can do about it now."
There is an awkward silence.
"Not that I would I suppose. You're of age now, and must make your own decisions. Of course, that also means you'll have to do the telling of it to Mistress Hurdan yourself," he adds with a slow grin.
It take Nate a little longer to get ready as Mistress Hurdan keeps pulling out the things he stuffs into his backpack.
"You won't need that. Nor that. Leave that for the top. I've got three brothers and two uncles and have sent them off to fight more times than I care to remember."
But eventually it is done. Master Hurdan is waiting downstairs when you get there and, surprisingly, sets off with you. He's quiet for a while, making only mundan observations and recommendations. As you pass a small park, he turns and enters, settling himself down on a bench in an out of the way corner.
He pulls out a leather carry case somewhat like the ones used by smiths to carry their more precious and precise tools, only a little longer and deeper.
"I have only few secrets from Mistress Hurdan. This is one of them."
He places the leather wallet on his lap and, with a quick glance around, opens it. Nate is stunned. Although he has never seen one, he knows immediately what it is from some of the old engineering books and scrolls he used during his apprenticeship. A blackpower weapon.
"It will punch through the best brestplate, and put a hole the size of a fist through an oaken door. There are twelve caps. There used to be sixteen; thats how I know. It make a noise like hell's thunder, and leaves a great smoky cloud. Its also said that the elves would as soon as kill anyone carrying one as look at him. I got this many years ago. But that is a tale for another time. When you come back. Its yours now if you want it."
If Nate does, Master Hurdan shows him how to work it. Master Hurdan says his farwells at the gate to the park, going no further.
ooc: single shot pistol, break the barrel to reload {mv action}, 2d4+2, 30 ft. 4 lb.
You are free to turn it down. I realise that its a bit unusual.