Solo A Broad and a Broadsword

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Winter 53, 513 AV The day started like every other day. Tourmal woke up and grabbed a bit of stale bread. Then he began gnawing at it fervently trying to relieve the light headache he awarded himself by his actions from the night before. The man chuckled at what he remembered of the night. The woman he had hit on was a looker and was quite unyielding to his advances. He later realized that was because she was married. Unfortunately it was a little too late when her husband blindsided him with a fist to the jaw. The man ht the ground hard, only coming too after a barmaid doused him in cold water. The couple had long since left and a small bruise had formed where the man struck him. Tourmal finished the night with another mug and swore the next time he hit on her he would surely not be sucker punched again. The man then poured himself a glass of water to wash it down. After he had finished as much as he could stomach. He wrapped up the rest in a handkerchief. He then proceeded in getting dressed and tucked the bread in a pocket in his cloak, and headed out to work. Yes today was just like every other day. The corridors were barren, and so were the streets. He had seen but a few other people by the time he made it to the massive forge. The tall large building was imposing. The ceilings were high and had vents to let the smoke from the forges escape as to not suffocate the workers. Tourmal had arrived early as normal about a half a bell before the rest of his coworkers. He had a special project today. A friend of his had dropped him a note informing him he was in need of a weapon. A broadsword to be exact. He also wanted it to have a basket hilt which would be a bit challenging for the smith considering he had never made a basket hilt. However he had taken a bit of time after work to look at plans for the basic construction of one. And he was sure he could muster something that would work.