[center][color=d3d3d3][h3]Smithy[/h3][/color]
Where: Domnann
Who: [@GrandzHelios]
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Smithy had only just gotten over his loss of the sandwich when he remembered that the day was wasting. Standing up he shook his head over his overreaction to the loss of expensive food. Honestly it was a bit bad for business if people saw that. Sighing heavily Smithy opened his menu. His eyes looking over at some of the other race members that was in the Capital. Smithy was struck with some inspiration for a new batch of weapons.

Sure most of his weapons where made through the preset Smithing perimeters set by the System. basically input materials Smack it a few times and if your levels high enough receive output. Honestly though the basic method was no fun. Custom forging however was on a much higher degree of complexity as such most Smiths haven't started it yet preferring to master their basic forging first. It also had a larger failure rate for items. As such Smithy just usually only made Daggers this way to keep his skills honed in case somebody wanted a custom order. He also made his own weapons this way. As it gave them more sentimental value other then just as a tool used to beat somethings head in. 

 Firstly he had already brought some materials but he was gonna need more, so it was back to mining on the outskirts of the capital, not to far however, his combat skill wasn't high enough for him to risk a further venture, That and the fact their could be some player killers waiting for when people ventured too far. It was a real risk that Smithy didn't feel like taking. 
 Never the less a few hours of mining and material gathering resulted in a nice amount of materials for forging. Now all he had to do is forge it up in a Smithery somewhere and he would be done. 

[center][i][u]A few days later[/u][/i][/center]

Smithy was back on the market again to sell his next batch of weapons which he had forged during the last few days. He was aiming for profit this time like any other time. He had already sold a few of his Items mainly the armor to a couple of Gnomes whom had come to the Territory since the Triple <<Alliance>> had formed between the two races. 

Smithy looked out towards the crowd for anyone else coming towards his vendor. He noticed a cloaked figure. Awfully suspicious really. The person probably had something to hide, maybe they were being hunted or they were hunting someone else. Smithy then noticed the orange marker above the persons head and his face turned sour. The cloaked figure then politely asked for a sword, probably thinking Smithy would just do a transaction and leave it like that. Yet the orange cursor made Smithy unwilling to let it be simple. Lowering his voice he spoke to the cloaked person. [color=d3d3d3]"Why would you like a sword? Perhaps you are going to use it to kill others. So tell me why did you come to me if your a criminal. Because I don't want any part in any shady business."[/color] Smithy said pausing to lean over. [color=d3d3d3]"Now tell me who you are before I call the guards, believe me when I say they are itching for action."[/color] Smithy threatened. His eyes where narrowed in thought, His face on the other hand looked a little cynical. The cloaked figure better put up a good explanation.  Maybe if the Cloaked figure knew that selling weapons to player killers was kinda outlawed in Leprechaun territory after the government passed a charter. Then Smithy wouldn't have to bother with this foolish idiot.