[The Ironworks] Forging Armor(OPEN)

[Ro'anne]

47th day of Summer, 512 A.V.

Ro'anne stood outside The Ironworks 'haggling' with a customer. The large human, at least 6 foot-nine inches tall, needed a custom fit breastplate. However, he didn't want to pay full price for it. 
"150 Gold Mizas." He bargained. Ro'anne, face as unwelcoming and stoic as ever, replied. "200."
"175?"
"200."
"Oh come on? In this time of need can't you charge a little less? 190 maybe?"
"I'll be using my own specialty Iron for this, so 200."
"Oh come on, are you really gonna be like that?"

After a few seconds under Ro'anne's hard glare, the man gave up.
"Fine, Fine! 200 Gold Mizas, you get paid after the armor is made though!"
"Good enough."

As the man stomped off, Ro'anne picked up her iron and began working. She didn't use her own iron to make armor unless it was a speciality order. This way, she made more money. Half of whatever she charged would go to the owner of The Ironworks as payment for the usage of his forges, anvils and other tools. The other half Ro'anne kept as payment for the Iron she used and her labor. She didn't think Ros would mind, however, if he ever expressed upset at her dealings, then she'd stop. She liked her job.

Seeing as the man was quite large, the breastplate would need to be thick, which meant heavy. Fifty pounds heavy to be exact. Fifty pounds of her Iron would be going into the making of this Breastplate, assuming she didn't screw up and have to start over. At the back of the Forge, she worked for the next four hours straight to complete the order. To her own surprise, she didn't screw to but once, which meant another couple pounds of iron wasted, bringing her total iron usage up to 55 pounds, but that was fine! 

At the middle of the day, after finishing up, she brought out the Breastplate and presented it to the customer. He paid her, albeit grudgingly, but her handiwork was good and the armor strong. Wiping sweat from her brow, she halved the money. Placing half in her backpack, half in the money-box-chest thingy that Ros owned. She still didn't fully know what those things were called.

Headed out, she stepped outside the forges to take a deep breath of fresh air and get another drink. She could either take an hour off now to help in reconstruction, or go eat, or possibly craft another piece of armor for someone in need. Heck, she could even tailor something for someone if needed, she'd just need to go buy the materials. She was ready for anything, just in need of a fresh breath of air and a drink of water.