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“I'd stress if I were idle. Each day we conquer ourselves so that we are not conquered in turn. So, I'll find somewhere to drill, somewhere with heavy stone. Thank you for telling me of the way of things work around here.” Dal said, confident in himself. Lysanthir nods and smiles.
I suppose that is true. Simple tasks can be monuments, after all.
“Rebirth. I felt like a new soldier the first time I put on this suit. It's going to be...strange, melting it down. We've seen a lot of action.”
His smile wanes as Dal goes past him, entering. He follows Dal in.
Lysanthir shakes his head once as soon as the acridity of burning coals in the furnaces hits him, lightly rubbing his nose. He hums in recognition of Dal's words, for lack of a response that wouldn't ultimately sound syrupy to the man.
May you feel again like a new soldier, friend.
He then leaves Dal more or less to his own devices within the shop, finding himself drawn again to a little stiletto he's been pondering upon. He lifts it lightly from the stand and weights it, voice pitched down.
"Do I..."
Rulgak's busy entry- items caught under her arm and seeking those unwanted things -catches his attention, and he smiles to himself. He couldn't say he was absolute buddies with the master smith, but he liked her sure nature and attention to detail. She was quite personable- having tolerated more than one long-winded inquiry from Lysanthir himself, intrigued by her and her processes -if not particularly chatty, and there wasn't a piece of armour he'd ever brought down that couldn't be mended or quickly replaced, and every repair had strengthened his suit beyond it's original quality.
He returned his gaze to the stiletto, flipping it lightly between grip styles, when she speaks to Dal.
“Something you seek? You look new.”
“Quite correct Syr. I am new. I've been sent to melt my old gear. Recently had my gear sundered, so I am in need. Both in weapons and in armour. I'm Dal,” he replies, “Squire.”
Lysanthir hums and walks over with the blade, giving Rulgak a polite jut of his chin before dissolving into a happy grin.
"Good day, Syr Rulgak. I don't wish to interrupt, but I think I'll buy it. I'll bring you the coin alongside the payment for my helmet segment tomorrow, but only if that is alright with you." he says, presenting the blade to her for inspection.
Dal Rulgak
I suppose that is true. Simple tasks can be monuments, after all.
“Rebirth. I felt like a new soldier the first time I put on this suit. It's going to be...strange, melting it down. We've seen a lot of action.”
His smile wanes as Dal goes past him, entering. He follows Dal in.
Lysanthir shakes his head once as soon as the acridity of burning coals in the furnaces hits him, lightly rubbing his nose. He hums in recognition of Dal's words, for lack of a response that wouldn't ultimately sound syrupy to the man.
May you feel again like a new soldier, friend.
He then leaves Dal more or less to his own devices within the shop, finding himself drawn again to a little stiletto he's been pondering upon. He lifts it lightly from the stand and weights it, voice pitched down.
"Do I..."
Rulgak's busy entry- items caught under her arm and seeking those unwanted things -catches his attention, and he smiles to himself. He couldn't say he was absolute buddies with the master smith, but he liked her sure nature and attention to detail. She was quite personable- having tolerated more than one long-winded inquiry from Lysanthir himself, intrigued by her and her processes -if not particularly chatty, and there wasn't a piece of armour he'd ever brought down that couldn't be mended or quickly replaced, and every repair had strengthened his suit beyond it's original quality.
He returned his gaze to the stiletto, flipping it lightly between grip styles, when she speaks to Dal.
“Something you seek? You look new.”
“Quite correct Syr. I am new. I've been sent to melt my old gear. Recently had my gear sundered, so I am in need. Both in weapons and in armour. I'm Dal,” he replies, “Squire.”
Lysanthir hums and walks over with the blade, giving Rulgak a polite jut of his chin before dissolving into a happy grin.
"Good day, Syr Rulgak. I don't wish to interrupt, but I think I'll buy it. I'll bring you the coin alongside the payment for my helmet segment tomorrow, but only if that is alright with you." he says, presenting the blade to her for inspection.
Dal Rulgak