Petch! Maybe Bob has tried using his hypnotism too much on this man in too short a time that he built up some sort of an immunity? That was unheard of by him and he has never found anything like this occurring but the possibility was there. It reminded him about something his uncle told him about the ways poisons and sicknesses worked but he could not be bothered to try recalling it now. Seems that now, he has to...work for the man and his establishment. Brrrrr... he was kind of regretting making that suggestion now but being sort of a man of his word and not wanting to seem like a bigger fool than he was, he answered that "they are connected by..." what the heck could they be connected by? Bob looked at the cane sword he had with him and answered "each other?" because there was nothing else visible there.
Barring his stupid answer, the counter offer the smith gave him was good enough and Bob said "sure, but how do you connect these things?" that were now in his hands. They came together quite easily when he put the shaft into the head's hole but they also came apart just as easily when he let go. "Don't answer that" because Bob was struck with inspiration like whatever was being made as a result of that hammering sound. That was one of the few things that people would think of when the topic of a smith came up. Hammers since that is what a person who watches them at work will recognize as a tool. Promptly, Bob left to look for one with one of the loose spears in his hand to see if he was right and maybe one of those once in a lifetime smiths whose talents have not been recognized.
He quickly went to work and the sound of his hammer hitting into the spearhead on its shaft was added into the many clanging noises in the Ironworks but it was not going as easily as he hoped. He was as strong as he has always been but everytime he hit into his target the spear will start to fall to the side even if was trying his best to hold it into place. Maybe he should just hide in a corner somewhere and come back later announcing his failure that the spear was not fastening into itself. So far however he tried he was not making any progress and he knew that even if he wasted more time on it, the result was going to be the same. Skipping it altogether would save him his time.
A few more hits, Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! and his arms was beginning to get sore so Bob was going to go along with his other plan when he saw another smith of the Ironworks doing his own work with...something and then Bob knew what he was missing. He needed a clamp! A little bit more longer and Bob found a free one which he was not too happy about since it meant he had to do it. Doing what he thought was right Bob clamped the shaft and secured the spearhead before smashing the head in with his heavy hammer. Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! sounded a lot more better than squishy sounds and was a lot less messier too, so good job for Bob to think up something strange that he would rather not be doing when hammering the head to motivate himself.
Still Bob did not advance much but denting the metal a little and working up a sweat. He was still missing something...that other thing that comes to mind when the topic of smiths come up but it was eluding him. Wiping the sweat off his brow after every few hits, Bob was really hating the fact that "its too hot..." and then he got the moment of inspiration again! The metal needs fire! He did not know why but if its something that every smith uses to make their weapons, then it had to be right. To make sure if this is what he really needed to do, Bob went around looking at all the other smiths at work with their forges. He saw the metal as he never saw them before. Bright, red, hot and...weak? That was the only way he could describe it. Unlike the tough spearhead he was hitting earlier, the sword seemed to bend to the will of the smith in from of him when his hammer struck it.
The Bob who did not know anything soon started imitating what he saw, putting the bottom of the head into the fire as he held on to the point. He learned very fast after that. He should not have done it with his hands because even before the metal turned red he tossed away the spearhead yelling with the heat that burned his fingertips. After that he went back to a nearby smith again to see what he missed. Gloves? No that cannot be all with what he was looking at. In a bit he saw that he needed to use something else to hold on to the metal. Some weird clipper thing and he went and got one of those tongs he saw, pressing it on his hands like he saw the smith to get used to it until he was ready to clip on to the spearhead again.
Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting was a lot more tiring compared to hitting the spearhead earlier and Bob very relieved when he saw the spearhead turn all red like a puffed up cake ready to be eaten. Quickly Bob attacked the spearhead unto the shaft that was already firmly clamped on the table and went Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! until the metal could not be pushed on to the wood anymore and continued over to the next part of the spear going Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! until he went all around before he was done and was waving the spear around to see if the head will fly. Seeing that it did not he was quite satisfied and headed back over to Marcus to see if what he has done was correct. Hopefully the rest he needs to do are only a few because this has taken quite some time since Bob had to randomly do it based on what he saw around him.
Barring his stupid answer, the counter offer the smith gave him was good enough and Bob said "sure, but how do you connect these things?" that were now in his hands. They came together quite easily when he put the shaft into the head's hole but they also came apart just as easily when he let go. "Don't answer that" because Bob was struck with inspiration like whatever was being made as a result of that hammering sound. That was one of the few things that people would think of when the topic of a smith came up. Hammers since that is what a person who watches them at work will recognize as a tool. Promptly, Bob left to look for one with one of the loose spears in his hand to see if he was right and maybe one of those once in a lifetime smiths whose talents have not been recognized.
He quickly went to work and the sound of his hammer hitting into the spearhead on its shaft was added into the many clanging noises in the Ironworks but it was not going as easily as he hoped. He was as strong as he has always been but everytime he hit into his target the spear will start to fall to the side even if was trying his best to hold it into place. Maybe he should just hide in a corner somewhere and come back later announcing his failure that the spear was not fastening into itself. So far however he tried he was not making any progress and he knew that even if he wasted more time on it, the result was going to be the same. Skipping it altogether would save him his time.
A few more hits, Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! and his arms was beginning to get sore so Bob was going to go along with his other plan when he saw another smith of the Ironworks doing his own work with...something and then Bob knew what he was missing. He needed a clamp! A little bit more longer and Bob found a free one which he was not too happy about since it meant he had to do it. Doing what he thought was right Bob clamped the shaft and secured the spearhead before smashing the head in with his heavy hammer. Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! sounded a lot more better than squishy sounds and was a lot less messier too, so good job for Bob to think up something strange that he would rather not be doing when hammering the head to motivate himself.
Still Bob did not advance much but denting the metal a little and working up a sweat. He was still missing something...that other thing that comes to mind when the topic of smiths come up but it was eluding him. Wiping the sweat off his brow after every few hits, Bob was really hating the fact that "its too hot..." and then he got the moment of inspiration again! The metal needs fire! He did not know why but if its something that every smith uses to make their weapons, then it had to be right. To make sure if this is what he really needed to do, Bob went around looking at all the other smiths at work with their forges. He saw the metal as he never saw them before. Bright, red, hot and...weak? That was the only way he could describe it. Unlike the tough spearhead he was hitting earlier, the sword seemed to bend to the will of the smith in from of him when his hammer struck it.
The Bob who did not know anything soon started imitating what he saw, putting the bottom of the head into the fire as he held on to the point. He learned very fast after that. He should not have done it with his hands because even before the metal turned red he tossed away the spearhead yelling with the heat that burned his fingertips. After that he went back to a nearby smith again to see what he missed. Gloves? No that cannot be all with what he was looking at. In a bit he saw that he needed to use something else to hold on to the metal. Some weird clipper thing and he went and got one of those tongs he saw, pressing it on his hands like he saw the smith to get used to it until he was ready to clip on to the spearhead again.
Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting was a lot more tiring compared to hitting the spearhead earlier and Bob very relieved when he saw the spearhead turn all red like a puffed up cake ready to be eaten. Quickly Bob attacked the spearhead unto the shaft that was already firmly clamped on the table and went Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! until the metal could not be pushed on to the wood anymore and continued over to the next part of the spear going Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! until he went all around before he was done and was waving the spear around to see if the head will fly. Seeing that it did not he was quite satisfied and headed back over to Marcus to see if what he has done was correct. Hopefully the rest he needs to do are only a few because this has taken quite some time since Bob had to randomly do it based on what he saw around him.
