Johnoints to the small table next to his throne- There is fine, and pull up a chair, eat with me. We have much to discuss.
Lee: *walking towards the blacksmith, my servant points out a young woman, whom happens to be holding up a sword* "Excuse me miss?"
Fae: -Nods hesitantly and places the basket on the table- What do we have to talk about? -Hesitantly takes a seat in front of him-
Sammhain: I look at the sword with mild interest, noticing blemishes and a slight warp in the metal. "Depends, how much are you willing to pay to get it into a nice price range?" Beltane: I watch children play as I head towards a trinket stall.
Fawn: "I know it's not perfect and you're only noticing tiny things because you're a blacksmith as well. But if anyone just quickly glanced at it and brought it, it will sell easily. We both know the black market well enough that any sucker would fall for it."
Fawn: -turns round and puts the sword behind my back- "what is it sir?" I ask politely bowing my head slightly recognising the man
Beltane: I notice a small ring, beautiful and silver. "How much?" I quickly and over the amount of gold needed and head out towards the small farm I usually buy from. Sammhain: "But black market buyers usually look closer." I turn and walk back inside, leaving the door open slightly.
Sammhain: "You're not even making sense to me girl, go consult a blacksmith less busy." I turn to my work, engraving a sword for my sister.
Fawn: "I'll like you to say that to my dad. He's the blacksmith across town. It was sword that went wrong. He also supplies half of the army. Get on the wrong side of me you get the army on you."
Sammhain: "I am not trying to get on your bad side, I am simply telling you that I am busy. I also supply for half the army, and a few gladiators. So don't get mighty, just get gone." I say as politely as I can manage, carving lotus flower by the hilt of the sword Beltane: I approach the farm and notice a man resting in a corn cart as I walk by another few farms.