Location Sultros Blades

[Eanos]

Eanos watched for his customers response after he'd asked the question. It would be rare, he reflected if he never had to ask a customer for clarification about something, and if he didn't then he probably wouldn't make what it was that the customer wanted. It was very much his job to dig more deeply into the customers desires to identify what was actually wanted rather than what Eanos or the customer thought that he wanted.

He made notes as Sei spoke and drew a sketch to mimic what he'd seen Sei indicate. "Very well, this I can make for you. Are there any particular edges that you would like to be sharp? When I make this there will be parts of the steel that will be flexible and parts that will be hard and will take an edge. The more that you can tell me about how this will be used the more accurately I can map the steel to those needs." He smiled, "I find with weapons like this that they can be used in different ways by different people so it's better for both you and I if I don't make assumptions about how you intend the weapon to be used. Which parts you will strike with, which parts you might use to block or to pry with and so forth." He paused contemplating. "If you are at all unsure then I can make up a rough version and we can discuss it with it in our hands."

[Markus Andres]

Winter 39th 513 AV Markus could not believe he was actually out on this errand. But after the business with the Balicani he knew that he had to get a new weapon. He looked to his side where the bastard was strapped. It had been with him for almost a decade now. It was nothing short of a miracle that it had not broken yet. But under scrutiny from even the most ignorant people, one could see it bore the brunt of many battles. It had been sharpened and resharpened over the years, but it was soon a hopeless venture. It was nicked several places and even attempts to mend them, they still stood out like a sore thumb. Markus was always a pragmatic man, but this blade should have been retired seasons ago and only his fondness of the blade had held him back. But perhaps it was time for a new mindset. Out with the old and in with the new. Markus stepped through the entrance to the weapon smith and stopped to admire the weapons displayed. He had made a fine choice coming here and he had heard good things about the Isur smith who owned this place. The Isur were the race to go to when one wanted something done in metal. Markus carried a hefty sum in a pouch. A very hefty sum that would have made him the prime target for the criminal scum that eluded authority. He briskly walked up to the fine white marble counter. He waited half a chime to see if the owner would emerge from the forge on his own accord. "Hello?" He called out.