Lily walked past all the nearby cafe's and smiled as she strolled down the dirt path. She wondered what kind of food she should eat as her stomach growled.

The old dragonborn struggled to gather his balance before falling to the ground. He grumbled as he tried to prop himself back up as the bouncer stared at him.

"You're banned for life, dragonborn." The burly half orc growled. "Find somewhere else to yell at entertainers."

"Well your bard didn't need to shoot his sparks in my food!" Heskin snapped back.

"It was a cantrip, idiot. A Harmless evocation."

"I don't care what it was, I didn't order it!"

The bouncer snorted and shut the door behind him.

"Damnnit," Heskin sighed, rising to his feet. "Looks like I'll have to find somewhere else for lodging tonight..."

He fiddled through his coin purse, which was rather light. He probably didn't even have enough for his own room.

Looks like its either to the notice board for coin or to find someone who'll split a room. Either way, I'm gonna need to talk to someone...

Heskin scanned his surroundings, looking for potential fellow adventurers.

Zandex strides out of his forge, hammer on his shoulder, his polished armor glinting in the light of his portable forge. He looks over as a dragonborn is shoved out of a tavern, and walks over to him. "You drink too much and said something stupid?" He holds out a muscled hand to help the half dragon to his feet.

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"You drink too much and said something stupid?" Heskin heard from over his shoulder. He sighed to himself.

Embarrassing, more people saw that than I thought.

Heskin turned to face the voice and we was greeted with a mountainous humanoid of scales and metal. Heskin paused briefly before speaking to observe the craftsmanship of the armor. He was monetarily captivated by the ornate detail and beautiful trimming. There might have been a dragonborn beneath all that plating, but between the almost full covering of the armor and the enthralling details of the armor, Heskin could not tell.

"No, just damn mages mucking up my meal," Heskin recollected himself. "And I can handle my alcohol well enough! I'm not some wrymling who can't control themselves!" Heskin huffed as he finished his sentence, losing his composure again.

Realizing he lost his composure yet again, he recollected himself and took the handshake.

"Sorry, magic just gets me riled up. My name is Doctor Heskin Salvescale." He said to the newcomer. "Pleasure to meet you. What brings you to this village?"

He chuckles, seeing the dragonborn take in his expertly crafted armor. "Mages aren't so bad. Sure, they think too much of themselves, but over all they're decent chaps." He laughs. "If you couldn't handle your drink, you'd be out cold right now. I tell that just from the smell on your breath." He licks his lips. "I'm Zandex. Zandex Corean. My friends call me Dex." He grins. "And if you're looking for a fight, I'd not recommend fighting a warrior who's a blacksmith by trade. I can bend metal with my bare hands." He grins, slinging his hammer over his shoulder. "I'm looking for an adventuring group. I like to travel, but it's dangerous to go alone. That's why I take this." He spins the massive lump of lead and steel over his shoulder.

Lily watched what went on and decided not to interrupt their conversation and she turned into a crow. She walked around and managed to earn some for she begged for as a familiar. Which wasn't too bad since she only needed but so much.

The larger of the two chuckled at to the smaller.

"Mages aren't so bad. Sure, they think too much of themselves, but over all they're decent chaps."

Perhaps you have only met a few mages then! Heskin chided the blacksmith in his head. Their vanity extends not only their mannerisms, but how they treat everything like it is merely a toy to be played with! The countless people killed, crippled, and ruined by magic outnumber the little that is has helped...

His thoughts were cutoff by the chuckle, which crescendoed into uproarious laughter.

"If you couldn't handle your drink, you'd be out cold right now. I tell that just from the smell on your breath. I'm Zandex. Zandex Corean. My friends call me Dex. And if you're looking for a fight, I'd not recommend fighting a warrior who's a blacksmith by trade. I can bend metal with my bare hands."

Heskin wasn't looking to fight, especially with such a brute. At least at close range. Perhaps given some distance, Heskin could have used some of his contraptions to fight him off, kiting the walking fortresses into submission. His hand went to to the satchel where he kept such devices as he thought of this.

Bending metal with his hands is quite a feat... But I don't believe this man is looking to harm me. Heskin's claws went back to his side. He seems quite jovial, as matter of fact. No need for any contraptions.

With a loud clang, Zandex brought the large hammer to his shoulder plate and Heskin was once again brought out of his inner monolouge.

"I'm looking for an adventuring group. I like to travel, but it's dangerous to go alone. That's why I take this."

"I was looking for opportunity for coin," Heskin replied, reaching towards his leather backpack to grab something. "I won't commit myself to your group, but as I was looking for someone else to take a job with, I see a temporary companionship could be beneficial to us both."

Heskin grabbed a worn handheld rod made of metal from his pouch. The contrast of the exemplary quality of the armor right in front of him made him realize how beaten it had become over the years. Slightly embarrassed, Heskin clicked the button on it and it immediately extended into a walking cane. He hoped the functionality and ingenuity of the item distracted from its poor condition.

"I agree to travel with you, Zandex Corean, if you were offering the position to me." Heskin said, slinging the backpack back over his shoulder. He turned to where he thought was the direction of the nearest notice board and began walking. "The day grows short, so there is little time to waste. I suggest we take a look at the notice board, unless you had other ideas on how to find work."

"I agree to travel with you, Zandex Corean, if you were offering the position to me." Heskin said, slinging the backpack back over his shoulder. He turned to where he thought was the direction of the nearest notice board and began walking. "The day grows short, so there is little time to waste. I suggest we take a look at the notice board, unless you had other ideas on how to find work."

He chuckles, and walks with him. He studies the extendable cane, and rubs his chin. "I could fix up your walking stick. As well as adding a ruin or two to keep it from rusting, if you wish. We'd have to make a quick stop, but I keep a small forge with me at all times." He reaches into his bag, and his hand goes much deeper then it visibly should. He pulls out various tools, sorting them back into the pouch.

He nods to himself, and pulls out a long, silvered quarterstaff, and studies it. "Do you want to use this while I fix up your cane? Free of charge, of course." He holds it out, seeing if he'll take the offer.

"I could fix up your walking stick. As well as adding a ruin or two to keep it from rusting, if you wish. We'd have to make a quick stop, but I keep a small forge with me at all times."

Heskin chuckled to himself. The blacksmith's offer was kind but naive. The cane was of Heskin's personal design, and while Zandex was clearly skilled, a forge be of little benefit.

"While your offer is appreciated, Mr. Corean," Heskin haughtily began, "The hammering you would do would most definitely damage the mechanisms inside of it. This is much more than just a walking cane. And if we get to questing, you will have the opportunity to see for yourself."

"While your offer is appreciated, Mr. Corean," Heskin haughtily began, "The hammering you would do would most definitely damage the mechanisms inside of it. This is much more than just a walking cane. And if we get to questing, you will have the opportunity to see for yourself."

He nods. "That's understandable. Well, if you ever need something reforged, tell me and I'll do my best." He smiles, and walks along with the older dragonkin. He put the quarterstaff away, and holds his hammer easily in one hand, despite it's immense size. He spins it, and hidden ruins on the weapon light up, letting the hammer gather the momentum faster and faster.

"That's understandable. Well, if you ever need something reforged, tell me and I'll do my best."

"Thank you," Heskin replied. "I'll be sure to turn to you if the occasion arises.

"Now then!" Heskin turned to the notice board they just arrived at. "Time to see what quests are being offered right now."

Heskin tapped his cane once on the ground and spoke the command word Glasses in Draconic, and out shot a small pair of reading glasses from the cane. Heskin snatched them and put them on, scanning over the listings.

"Now then, what kind of quest are you in the mood for, Mr. Corean?" Heskin asked, focus still on the board. He read thoroughly through all the listings, hoping to find something that would pay well.