Silvana was finishing up the order she had on hand, and finishing up take her lunch. The order would be done a bit ahead of schedule based on what she told the client, a Stormbringer, but it was a trick she often pulled, often doubling the amount of time it will take or adding between a few minutes to a few extra hours to complete the order, at that was after her close scrutiny of the her own work. It helped her with maintaining a good reputation within the town. Looking up from her anvil, she sees a Stormbringer standing there, waiting patiently. Not the one who dropped it off, but probably one of his brothers.
"Silvana Ravensblood, at your service. Can I help you, brave Stormbringer?"
"What are you doing working the Forge, Miss Ravensblood?"
"Closing up actually. Finished up an order for one of your brothers. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I have a spare set of armour, and it needs some repairs, well within your ability I suppose?"
"Easily. But as I said, I'm closing up right now. And busy with other orders. Drop it off in the morning, unless you want to make it a rush order?"
"No, I'll see you in the morning." The Stormbringer smirked walking away.
Silvana hung her eight pound hammer on a hook on her belt, and walked around the shop, locking all the doors and making sure the windows were firmly shut. And once she was sure it was locked up, she would head to the Tavern, which is probably where her client was, off harassing some poor girl. She sure her coin purse was in its proper spot as she reached the front door of he establishment. As she opened the door, she heard someone at the bar, squeezing a Stormbringer's, and it was indeed her client's, hand rather tightly, and saying, rather loudly, "This is not a brothel. Then again, peasants have no sense of honor or pride. Nor are they taught the art of combat." This did piss her off, as she knew how to fight and she has a strong sense of pride and honour. "But I can fix the last part. I can make men out you boys, men that can fight and act like men. The initial cost for that would be this coin."
Silvana walked over to the bar and sat on the other side of the woman that fool of a Stormbringer was trying, very poorly, to flirt with. She shook her head and ordered a drink from the bartender. "Looks like I missed the beginnings of the festivities, what all did I miss? You're recruiting for what group? Oh and Stormbringer, your stuff finished, stop by in morning and pick them up. And behave, it isn't wise to anger a Blacksmith." She scowled.
"Silvana Ravensblood, at your service. Can I help you, brave Stormbringer?"
"What are you doing working the Forge, Miss Ravensblood?"
"Closing up actually. Finished up an order for one of your brothers. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I have a spare set of armour, and it needs some repairs, well within your ability I suppose?"
"Easily. But as I said, I'm closing up right now. And busy with other orders. Drop it off in the morning, unless you want to make it a rush order?"
"No, I'll see you in the morning." The Stormbringer smirked walking away.
Silvana hung her eight pound hammer on a hook on her belt, and walked around the shop, locking all the doors and making sure the windows were firmly shut. And once she was sure it was locked up, she would head to the Tavern, which is probably where her client was, off harassing some poor girl. She sure her coin purse was in its proper spot as she reached the front door of he establishment. As she opened the door, she heard someone at the bar, squeezing a Stormbringer's, and it was indeed her client's, hand rather tightly, and saying, rather loudly, "This is not a brothel. Then again, peasants have no sense of honor or pride. Nor are they taught the art of combat." This did piss her off, as she knew how to fight and she has a strong sense of pride and honour. "But I can fix the last part. I can make men out you boys, men that can fight and act like men. The initial cost for that would be this coin."
Silvana walked over to the bar and sat on the other side of the woman that fool of a Stormbringer was trying, very poorly, to flirt with. She shook her head and ordered a drink from the bartender. "Looks like I missed the beginnings of the festivities, what all did I miss? You're recruiting for what group? Oh and Stormbringer, your stuff finished, stop by in morning and pick them up. And behave, it isn't wise to anger a Blacksmith." She scowled.
