The Courtyard of the sky – Day 20 of summer 514, Market day
There was little wind out that day, and with mountains natural heat Valdr could feel the tickling sensation of sweat rolling his body. He paid it no mind however, as he was accustomed to the heat; a result of working so long in the forges, although the hangover did much help. It was the twentieth day of the season, meaning it was market day. The Inartans, ever true to their fiery nature, tended to celebrate every market day wholeheartedly with the festivities starting the day before, and this time it was no different. Even so, though it was still early in the morning, the air held an electric feel to it. Those that had stalls set up were already manning their positions, peddling their wares while others walked between them, bartering or otherwise negotiating for one item or another.
Valdrs purpose was neither. Yesterday, before he had joined the night’s revelry he had finished completing some items that he had forged for today’s activates, so he made his way over to the Hot Hammer, the stall that all the blacksmiths of the Arms Gallery collectively used to sell anything they make on the side. The stall was situated within the middle ring of the market, where the more specialized items were located. It took him some chimes to find the stall, having had to walk around the ring, but eventually he found it; a stall run by your average looking Inartan, with two tables covered in different metal products. From experience, he knew that even more merchandise was kept just behind the stall. Approuching it, he lifted his muscled arm to catch the stall keeper’s attention.
Tordon was your average looking Inartan, a few inches shorter that Valdr with the fiery red hair. While he wasn’t two imposing, Valdr new that the man had a knack for business and was good with people, if he wasn’t he would never have been hired. “Tordon, I have some things for you.” Valdr said as he got to the stall and began to take the items from the bag he had borrowed. A smile crept its way onto Tordans face as he cocked his head to the side, “Well, lets have a see then. What have you brought me?” The mans hands swept over the table, making space for Valdr to place down the objects. It wasn’t much, mostly an assortment of simple tools that could be used in a variety of crafts. In all, there were six; three chisels, a pair of tongs, a single edged carving knife and one puncher.
Tordon hunched over, his eyes fixed on the tools. He was inspecting their quality, passing his hands over them to verify that they were good enough for him to sell. Valdr waited for him finish, standing there in silence as his work was judged. Finally Tordon put down the objects and straightened his back, “Your usual work, I see...” Valdr, not one for many words, simply nodded. “and you even brought me a knife! Branching out, eh?” Valdr shrugged, “I thought to add some variety this time.” It was Todons turn to nod. “Well I’ll take it all, except for the knife.” Tordon picked it up by the blade and handed it back to Valdr, hilt first. “It’s ok, but its not good enough for me to sell. This isn’t your specialty, so don’t feel too bad about it.” The shopkeeper shrugged helplessly. Valdr took the carving knife without a word, placing it back into the bag that hung over his shoulder and ran across his chest. He thanked the shopkeeper and stepped back into the market at larger. He wasn’t surprised that Tordon hadn’t accepted the knife, it was his first true attempt to make such a thing and as such still lacked the skill to do it well. Like he had told Tordon, he had made the knife to increase his repertoire.
Having completed what he came here to do, and now he was free to perouse the market. He was not looking for anything in particular, so he set out at random, walking between the stalls and peering at what they had to sell.
There was little wind out that day, and with mountains natural heat Valdr could feel the tickling sensation of sweat rolling his body. He paid it no mind however, as he was accustomed to the heat; a result of working so long in the forges, although the hangover did much help. It was the twentieth day of the season, meaning it was market day. The Inartans, ever true to their fiery nature, tended to celebrate every market day wholeheartedly with the festivities starting the day before, and this time it was no different. Even so, though it was still early in the morning, the air held an electric feel to it. Those that had stalls set up were already manning their positions, peddling their wares while others walked between them, bartering or otherwise negotiating for one item or another.
Valdrs purpose was neither. Yesterday, before he had joined the night’s revelry he had finished completing some items that he had forged for today’s activates, so he made his way over to the Hot Hammer, the stall that all the blacksmiths of the Arms Gallery collectively used to sell anything they make on the side. The stall was situated within the middle ring of the market, where the more specialized items were located. It took him some chimes to find the stall, having had to walk around the ring, but eventually he found it; a stall run by your average looking Inartan, with two tables covered in different metal products. From experience, he knew that even more merchandise was kept just behind the stall. Approuching it, he lifted his muscled arm to catch the stall keeper’s attention.
Tordon was your average looking Inartan, a few inches shorter that Valdr with the fiery red hair. While he wasn’t two imposing, Valdr new that the man had a knack for business and was good with people, if he wasn’t he would never have been hired. “Tordon, I have some things for you.” Valdr said as he got to the stall and began to take the items from the bag he had borrowed. A smile crept its way onto Tordans face as he cocked his head to the side, “Well, lets have a see then. What have you brought me?” The mans hands swept over the table, making space for Valdr to place down the objects. It wasn’t much, mostly an assortment of simple tools that could be used in a variety of crafts. In all, there were six; three chisels, a pair of tongs, a single edged carving knife and one puncher.
Tordon hunched over, his eyes fixed on the tools. He was inspecting their quality, passing his hands over them to verify that they were good enough for him to sell. Valdr waited for him finish, standing there in silence as his work was judged. Finally Tordon put down the objects and straightened his back, “Your usual work, I see...” Valdr, not one for many words, simply nodded. “and you even brought me a knife! Branching out, eh?” Valdr shrugged, “I thought to add some variety this time.” It was Todons turn to nod. “Well I’ll take it all, except for the knife.” Tordon picked it up by the blade and handed it back to Valdr, hilt first. “It’s ok, but its not good enough for me to sell. This isn’t your specialty, so don’t feel too bad about it.” The shopkeeper shrugged helplessly. Valdr took the carving knife without a word, placing it back into the bag that hung over his shoulder and ran across his chest. He thanked the shopkeeper and stepped back into the market at larger. He wasn’t surprised that Tordon hadn’t accepted the knife, it was his first true attempt to make such a thing and as such still lacked the skill to do it well. Like he had told Tordon, he had made the knife to increase his repertoire.
Having completed what he came here to do, and now he was free to perouse the market. He was not looking for anything in particular, so he set out at random, walking between the stalls and peering at what they had to sell.
