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Baldhart and the Blacksmith
As Baldhart 'negotiates' with the blacksmith, a brief hint of suspicion passes across his features. Not a man used to attracting the attention of females, he seems almost to catch on to the fact that a game is afoot. As Baldhart gets further out of her armor, he brushes the doubts aside.
"Ye can leave on the dress, lass. Not let me see here...fifty gold and that scale mail, ye say? Seems a fair deal, I reckon. Yer right in that you do want this to fit proper. Let me just get a good measurement here." He tentatively places a hand on Baldhart's shoulder, then one on the other, nodding and muttering to himself. The first hand slides down a bit, giving the man a bit of a feel. Sweat gathers on his forehead. "A breastplate won't be none to hard to fit for ye. With the work you're a-givin' me, I'll have to get me apprentice in here to do some o' the work. He's a good lad, and knows his way around a blacksmith's hammer. If you come back in the mornin', I'll have it done fer ye."
Mauve and Burnbright
Burnbright reddens as Mauve teases her about Joffur. "I don't like him, exactly. I mean I don't like like him. He's always been mean to me. It's just that when those creatures attacked in Srilkind...well, they almost got me. Next thing I knew, Joffur was pulling me free. He got stabbed for it too. That's the wound Liadan healed.
She looks a Mauve curiously. "What would make a boy who's been nothing but mean to me risk his own skin to pull me out of there like that." She shakes her head. "I don't understand it, but he deserves my thanks, no matter what he did before."
As Mauve talks about the art of low skirts and feminine wiles, Burnbright looks down at her own undefined chest. "No worries there. I don't have anything to show, even if I wanted to."
Cadell and Liadan
The carpenter looks up from his carving when Cadell asks about the price of the drum. He's a weathered man, his face full of deep lines. He looks at the drum and smiles. "That's a good piece, there. I made it a couple o' years ago, and it's sat right there since. I was askin' ten gold for it, but the way you went over to it tells me it just might mean somethin' more to you than an ordinary drum. I like my work to find a home with someone that'll care for it. Just look at the lines I carved on the shell - see how smooth they are. Reminded me of clouds, or maybe the wind, when I carved it. If I took the head off, you'd see the same swirls inside. That changes the sound a bit, gives the ear a bit of a different note than if I'd left it smooth.
The man colors slightly, aware he's rambling as he runs a finger along the carved drum. "I'll sell it to ye for eight gold, lad, if you think that's a fair bargain."
The Maiden's Spear
Baldhart returns to the inn first. Gisla and Aga are in the common room, serving dinner to a number of villagers who are scattered at the tables and bar. With the work day truly over, the place is a bit more crowded, though certainly not lacking in empty space.
Grim sits at the bar bext to his wife, who looks well for the first time since you took her away from Srilkind. When Baldhart asks about the gold he nods. "It's up in my room. I'll get it. The lass didn't spend a coin of it. She wanted to use some of it to pay for her meals at the Crow, but I wouldn't hear of it."
He gets up from his seat and heads upstairs to retrieve his purse. On his way up, he turns back to Baldhart. "You may want to see what the Masama's up to, lass. I heard a strange sort of mumbling coming from out of the room, but I didn't want to barge in on him or anything, so I figured I'd just tell you about it when you came back. Strange fellow, that one. Not sure what to make of him."
With a shake of his head, he goes upstairs.
As Baldhart 'negotiates' with the blacksmith, a brief hint of suspicion passes across his features. Not a man used to attracting the attention of females, he seems almost to catch on to the fact that a game is afoot. As Baldhart gets further out of her armor, he brushes the doubts aside.
"Ye can leave on the dress, lass. Not let me see here...fifty gold and that scale mail, ye say? Seems a fair deal, I reckon. Yer right in that you do want this to fit proper. Let me just get a good measurement here." He tentatively places a hand on Baldhart's shoulder, then one on the other, nodding and muttering to himself. The first hand slides down a bit, giving the man a bit of a feel. Sweat gathers on his forehead. "A breastplate won't be none to hard to fit for ye. With the work you're a-givin' me, I'll have to get me apprentice in here to do some o' the work. He's a good lad, and knows his way around a blacksmith's hammer. If you come back in the mornin', I'll have it done fer ye."
Mauve and Burnbright
Burnbright reddens as Mauve teases her about Joffur. "I don't like him, exactly. I mean I don't like like him. He's always been mean to me. It's just that when those creatures attacked in Srilkind...well, they almost got me. Next thing I knew, Joffur was pulling me free. He got stabbed for it too. That's the wound Liadan healed.
She looks a Mauve curiously. "What would make a boy who's been nothing but mean to me risk his own skin to pull me out of there like that." She shakes her head. "I don't understand it, but he deserves my thanks, no matter what he did before."
As Mauve talks about the art of low skirts and feminine wiles, Burnbright looks down at her own undefined chest. "No worries there. I don't have anything to show, even if I wanted to."
Cadell and Liadan
The carpenter looks up from his carving when Cadell asks about the price of the drum. He's a weathered man, his face full of deep lines. He looks at the drum and smiles. "That's a good piece, there. I made it a couple o' years ago, and it's sat right there since. I was askin' ten gold for it, but the way you went over to it tells me it just might mean somethin' more to you than an ordinary drum. I like my work to find a home with someone that'll care for it. Just look at the lines I carved on the shell - see how smooth they are. Reminded me of clouds, or maybe the wind, when I carved it. If I took the head off, you'd see the same swirls inside. That changes the sound a bit, gives the ear a bit of a different note than if I'd left it smooth.
The man colors slightly, aware he's rambling as he runs a finger along the carved drum. "I'll sell it to ye for eight gold, lad, if you think that's a fair bargain."
The Maiden's Spear
Baldhart returns to the inn first. Gisla and Aga are in the common room, serving dinner to a number of villagers who are scattered at the tables and bar. With the work day truly over, the place is a bit more crowded, though certainly not lacking in empty space.
Grim sits at the bar bext to his wife, who looks well for the first time since you took her away from Srilkind. When Baldhart asks about the gold he nods. "It's up in my room. I'll get it. The lass didn't spend a coin of it. She wanted to use some of it to pay for her meals at the Crow, but I wouldn't hear of it."
He gets up from his seat and heads upstairs to retrieve his purse. On his way up, he turns back to Baldhart. "You may want to see what the Masama's up to, lass. I heard a strange sort of mumbling coming from out of the room, but I didn't want to barge in on him or anything, so I figured I'd just tell you about it when you came back. Strange fellow, that one. Not sure what to make of him."
With a shake of his head, he goes upstairs.
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