Time Stamp: 64rd of Spring, 517AV
Walking down the street, Turrin needed a blacksmith or a weapon smith because he needed his weapons sharpened. It was a simple job, but it was job that he never had to do. In Wind Reach, all he had to do was have a Dek bring his sword to Avora for sharpening, and it returned sharp. It was a privileged life in Wind Reach, and he took for granted the simplest skills like sharpening blades. Now he wasn't in the city of Wind Reach or a Endal. He needed to pay for blade sharpening and other things. It was burden on his time and his coin purse, but he was now free of the responsibilities of protecting and feeding a ungrateful city. Riverfall was the complete opposite of Wind Reach. First, he was surprised at how clean and beautiful was a it clung to the cliffs over looking the Bluevein River. Also, it seemed economically stable. In Turrin's mind, he always thought the city in the volcano was going to fall apart because of civil strife or eventually everyone will die of hunger. He loved his mother's homeland, but it was a basket case.
In Turrin's mind, Riverfall was stable as the cliff that it was built upon. However, he was just visiting the city, so he hasn't had time to see the other side of the coin yet. It was cynical to think this way, but he was a realist. Even the best looking city had a dark side even if they tried their best to hide it. As he walked down the street, he could hear the waterfall in the distance. It was a calming sound as he walked through the streets. Turrin venture into the city today was primarily business. He needed a blacksmith as long as they were competent any would do. Instead of walking aimlessly through the city, Turrin decided to stop one of the akalak pedestrian and asked in common with a smile, “Hello, I am looking for a weapon smith or a blacksmith. Do you know of any close by or in the city?”
The Akalak looked at him for a moment and said in common with a nod, “There is a blacksmithy called the Isurian Bladeworks close by. It just down the street and to your left.”
Turrin nodded to the blue man and said, “Thank you.”
The Akalak continued on his business, and so did Turrin as they walked down separate paths down the rode. The Inarta followed the directions the akalak told him, and he came to a front of a shop. The sign said Insurian Bladeworks, so he opened the door and walked inside. The front of the shop was clean, but he could still smell a hint of coal, oil, and smoke in the air. He figured it was typical smells blacksmith shop, so he just got in line behind another customer and waited his turn. As he waited his golden eyes shifted towards the swords, maces, axes, and spears that lined the walls. He wasn't interested in buying another weapon, but he still had a fascination for finely crafted weapons.
Walking down the street, Turrin needed a blacksmith or a weapon smith because he needed his weapons sharpened. It was a simple job, but it was job that he never had to do. In Wind Reach, all he had to do was have a Dek bring his sword to Avora for sharpening, and it returned sharp. It was a privileged life in Wind Reach, and he took for granted the simplest skills like sharpening blades. Now he wasn't in the city of Wind Reach or a Endal. He needed to pay for blade sharpening and other things. It was burden on his time and his coin purse, but he was now free of the responsibilities of protecting and feeding a ungrateful city. Riverfall was the complete opposite of Wind Reach. First, he was surprised at how clean and beautiful was a it clung to the cliffs over looking the Bluevein River. Also, it seemed economically stable. In Turrin's mind, he always thought the city in the volcano was going to fall apart because of civil strife or eventually everyone will die of hunger. He loved his mother's homeland, but it was a basket case.
In Turrin's mind, Riverfall was stable as the cliff that it was built upon. However, he was just visiting the city, so he hasn't had time to see the other side of the coin yet. It was cynical to think this way, but he was a realist. Even the best looking city had a dark side even if they tried their best to hide it. As he walked down the street, he could hear the waterfall in the distance. It was a calming sound as he walked through the streets. Turrin venture into the city today was primarily business. He needed a blacksmith as long as they were competent any would do. Instead of walking aimlessly through the city, Turrin decided to stop one of the akalak pedestrian and asked in common with a smile, “Hello, I am looking for a weapon smith or a blacksmith. Do you know of any close by or in the city?”
The Akalak looked at him for a moment and said in common with a nod, “There is a blacksmithy called the Isurian Bladeworks close by. It just down the street and to your left.”
Turrin nodded to the blue man and said, “Thank you.”
The Akalak continued on his business, and so did Turrin as they walked down separate paths down the rode. The Inarta followed the directions the akalak told him, and he came to a front of a shop. The sign said Insurian Bladeworks, so he opened the door and walked inside. The front of the shop was clean, but he could still smell a hint of coal, oil, and smoke in the air. He figured it was typical smells blacksmith shop, so he just got in line behind another customer and waited his turn. As he waited his golden eyes shifted towards the swords, maces, axes, and spears that lined the walls. He wasn't interested in buying another weapon, but he still had a fascination for finely crafted weapons.