Timestamp: Fall 30, 513
After Mohya had picked her up, Vira had returned to the Market Place to see if any of the stalls had anything that might be worth purchasing in terms of staffs. Wood was a hard to come by commodity so she knew that she’d have to get a metal staff of some kind, perhaps something with a leather grip? Well, maybe that didn’t matter as much. She cared more for a weapons effectiveness to a weapons comfort. So it was, when she had walked through the whole of the market and found nothing suiting her needs, she left and headed into the city to seek out the Arms Gallery. They would definitely have something she was looking for.
The walk to the forges took longer than she’d anticipated, but it was only because a team of Yasi had been pulling a prank on some Chiet fellow who just wanted to get his load of clothes delivered to their appropriate locations. Vira had thought to chastise the group, but she could see it was really harmless fun that they were doing and not something worth stressing over. The Endal let the kids and Chiet be, continuing on to the Gallery and the sweaty men and women hard at work within.
Almost immediately, one of the blacksmiths called her over, the teen not even having the chance to ask who to seek for assistance. He was a smaller man with a black leather apron hanging around his neck and tied around his waist. A hammer and tongs were in his hand and he appeared to be working on some kind of sword (a talon sword, she suspected, given the slight curve to it). “Need somethin’, miss?”
“Yes, actually. I was wondering who I might see to have a staff made for me; I’m doing so-“ She was cut off as the man gestured with his hammer.
“Burjal is who you want. Simple weapons, nothing fancy.”
“Oh, alright, thank you!” The teen replied and headed to the figure he had so indicated.
Burjal was a strawberry blonde giant for an Inarta, his eyes a liquid gold that reminded her of Mohya’s. His broad shoulders were working the bellows of one of the ovens, raising the temperature to a sweltering one inside. When he finished, he opened the door and used the tongs to pull a length of steel from within, laying it across one of the anvils to begin pounding away at it. Vira stepped near the anvil and cleared her throat.
The golden eyed man raised his eyes briefly to her, then lowered them, continuing to pound. She had got his attention, and figured now was a good opportunity to speak. “Blacksmith Burjal? Hi, I’m Endal Lavira. I was needing something made, if you could spare the time.”
“I’m obligated to; what do you need, Endal?” He replied simply.
“Just a staff; there weren’t any available from in the market today.”
“Any preferences?”
“Yes, actually; steel is fine for the metal. I need it an inch and a half in breadth and four feet in length.” Four felt like a good estimate for her stature. The raise of the smithies eyes to her made her guess he was trying to gauge whether she was right in her estimations.
“Right; give me two days. Anything else?”
“I would like a leather covering.”
“Send it to one of the leatherworkers for fitting when it’s done and they’ll do that for you.”
“Then I guess that’s that! Thank you for your time, Burjal.”
“Mmhm. Come by tomorrow night to test the weight so I can adjust it before it’s too set.”
“That’s fine; see you then.”
After Mohya had picked her up, Vira had returned to the Market Place to see if any of the stalls had anything that might be worth purchasing in terms of staffs. Wood was a hard to come by commodity so she knew that she’d have to get a metal staff of some kind, perhaps something with a leather grip? Well, maybe that didn’t matter as much. She cared more for a weapons effectiveness to a weapons comfort. So it was, when she had walked through the whole of the market and found nothing suiting her needs, she left and headed into the city to seek out the Arms Gallery. They would definitely have something she was looking for.
The walk to the forges took longer than she’d anticipated, but it was only because a team of Yasi had been pulling a prank on some Chiet fellow who just wanted to get his load of clothes delivered to their appropriate locations. Vira had thought to chastise the group, but she could see it was really harmless fun that they were doing and not something worth stressing over. The Endal let the kids and Chiet be, continuing on to the Gallery and the sweaty men and women hard at work within.
Almost immediately, one of the blacksmiths called her over, the teen not even having the chance to ask who to seek for assistance. He was a smaller man with a black leather apron hanging around his neck and tied around his waist. A hammer and tongs were in his hand and he appeared to be working on some kind of sword (a talon sword, she suspected, given the slight curve to it). “Need somethin’, miss?”
“Yes, actually. I was wondering who I might see to have a staff made for me; I’m doing so-“ She was cut off as the man gestured with his hammer.
“Burjal is who you want. Simple weapons, nothing fancy.”
“Oh, alright, thank you!” The teen replied and headed to the figure he had so indicated.
Burjal was a strawberry blonde giant for an Inarta, his eyes a liquid gold that reminded her of Mohya’s. His broad shoulders were working the bellows of one of the ovens, raising the temperature to a sweltering one inside. When he finished, he opened the door and used the tongs to pull a length of steel from within, laying it across one of the anvils to begin pounding away at it. Vira stepped near the anvil and cleared her throat.
The golden eyed man raised his eyes briefly to her, then lowered them, continuing to pound. She had got his attention, and figured now was a good opportunity to speak. “Blacksmith Burjal? Hi, I’m Endal Lavira. I was needing something made, if you could spare the time.”
“I’m obligated to; what do you need, Endal?” He replied simply.
“Just a staff; there weren’t any available from in the market today.”
“Any preferences?”
“Yes, actually; steel is fine for the metal. I need it an inch and a half in breadth and four feet in length.” Four felt like a good estimate for her stature. The raise of the smithies eyes to her made her guess he was trying to gauge whether she was right in her estimations.
“Right; give me two days. Anything else?”
“I would like a leather covering.”
“Send it to one of the leatherworkers for fitting when it’s done and they’ll do that for you.”
“Then I guess that’s that! Thank you for your time, Burjal.”
“Mmhm. Come by tomorrow night to test the weight so I can adjust it before it’s too set.”
“That’s fine; see you then.”
