![]() Hadyn followed the squire with her gaze as he stretched and stood, noting the change in composure. Her response was not what he was looking for. But she could only offer a small polite smile as he bid her adieu, his parting words distressing. "Indeed," she replied quietly, brown eyes evaluating him. "You may stop by t'smithy in eight days. The weapon'll be ready for purchase." She watched him leave, sitting in the silence and pouring over the interaction. He made absolutely no sense to her and it was evident he was closer to the story than he wished her to know. But he'd commissioned a weapon and she agreed to make it. Regardless of his unnerving behavior. Waiting a few chimes longer, the blacksmith closed her eyes and enjoyed these last moments of peaceful solitude before resigning herself to heading back into the denizen of Syliras, her thoughts on this scythe she'd agreed to create for the bewildering squire. |