Another day, another order to fill and more work to be done. That would have been the case at any rate had the young blacksmith accepted any recent jobs. Guards from the city came to him constantly for weapons and armor, he had little desire to make anything for them however. They were corrupt, abused their power and often times were worse than those they locked up. Why should he waste his talents on bastards like that? For being only 20 years of age Raiden was one of the most accomplished blacksmiths in the kingdom, his steel was valued amongst commoners and nobles alike. Despite his renown he was rather bitter of his reputation, it brought visitors from all over, people he had no desire to speak with. If he felt like working he would work, having someone show up and expect him to do so annoyed him. At least the people of the city seemed to slowly be understanding that, they came less frequently with each passing week, though the guards and king's men were as persistent as ever. If they thought being a pain in his ass would earn them some weapons then they were sorely mistaken.
He certainly wasn't dressed for work at the moment, that much was for certain. Aside from having recently washed up he was wearing a white woolen shirt, rather expensive in that it had buttons, a rare commodity as it was a newly refined idea. Over his woolen shirt was a leather vest, dyed orange with a black trim and high collar. Black trousers were fastened around his legs with a crimson belt, brown leather gloves encased his hands and black boots sat on his feet to complete his outfit. Leaning against the fence to his property he wasn't really doing much of anything, there was no work to be done and he'd no desire to go into the city today. A commotion coming up the street caught his attention, his blue eyes turning beneath the mess of blonde hair to look down the dirt road. A group of guards came running up, at first he thought for another attempt at getting swords made. He was absolutely bewildered why they were running, though as soon as they had shown up they disappeared, stopping for a moment to search bushes before running off again. He wondered if they were drunk, otherwise it was possibly the most idiotic display he'd ever seen.
"Idiots..." he mumbled, pushing himself off of the fence he leaned on. Now might be a good time to eat he decided, noting he was beginning to feel a bit famished. He really had no desire to go into town today, every time he did people pestered him for work. He'd scrounge up whatever was in his home, which he didn't think was very much. Going into the kitchen area he searched the cupboard, finding plenty of bread but not much else. Sighing to himself he grabbed half a loaf, taking a seat at one of his chairs and beginning to eat it slowly, tearing off chunks at a time. He may have to go into town after all it seemed, unless he was going to go hunting. Hunters often sold slabs of meat inside the city, it was easier than catching food yourself but also much more expensive. The bread would do for now he supposed, chewing another piece.