Scotley
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Falco mulls it over for a couple minutes and looks to Vadim and then to Kendra. Finally he decides, "I think we should give it a go. I'm betting the Professor left it there for us for a reason."
OOC: Vadim?
Falco mulls it over for a couple minutes and looks to Vadim and then to Kendra. Finally he decides, "I think we should give it a go. I'm betting the Professor left it there for us for a reason."
"The name's B'rii. There's some real quality weapons here. It will be a pleasure working with you. Where should I put my things? I don't want you to accidentally sell my bastard sword." he says to the dwarf. Addressing his friends, "I'll be here if you need me."
Jorfa says she can have the pair of Silver heavy maces done by lunch time the day after tomorrow and suggests you do your best to stay out of trouble. She immediately sets B'rii to work if he's willing.
"Finish that plow and then start with maces?" B'rii asks?
As the sword is heating yet again Jorfa pours you each mugs of bitter Dwarven ale mid-afternoon from a large crock she keeps on a chain at the bottom of a cistern. The cool ale is very refreshing in the heat of the Forge. "So lad you aren't a half bad smith, but you don't do this every day as evidenced by your lack of stamina and sore muscles. What brings you Ravengro." She fixes you with a firm stare as she asks clearly on guard for any falsehood.
Wiping the sweat from his brow in-between sips of the cool ale, Jorfa's question surprises B'rii. "We all came for Prof. Lorrimor's funeral. For now, I don't have anywhere else to go. It has been a while since I worked with the bellows and hammer. I've worked on armor, too, but I prefer weapons. How long have you been here in Ravengro?"
OOC: Livin' on Tulsa Time...