25 Spring 519 While Crylon had spent a fair amount of time in Sunberth he knew there were quite a few things he had not seen yet. Places. People. Buildings lacking the common holes in the walls and half missing ceiling. To be fair he had seen a few such structures, but few of the buildings were even of passable standards by Isur regard. But building. Making. Industry. This was a thing he was interested in, and its places of residence. There were a few dedicated smithies he knew of, few and far between, but he had yet to find a place of working metal in another sense. He knew just enough to know how little he knew, and that was the fact that the metalworking Kelski spoke of doing was far different from his own blacksmithing with a hammer and a forge. Kelski it turned out had previously had dealings with such a person who... Worked metal in a manner besides blacksmithing. It had not taken too many questions from some of the others who lived at the Gem to learn vaguely of its whereabouts, though he could pick up on some manner of contention between Kelski and this person. When pressed the topic was avoided, so he was unsure why. And so on another Spring morning, Crylon found himself searching within Sunberth with vague and general directions. Searching admittedly in an area he had yet to search, which was on the far western side of the city and close to its land entrance. He was not however looking at signage or such right then, no his architects mind knew a much clearer sign to look for and one that was visible from much farther away. Smoke. Chimneys. Smokestacks. All of those manner, particularly when the first was coming out of the second or third and not a half collapsed building, meant something. Industry. Work. Heat. Forges. The working of metal. He did not see any smoke just then, or nothing that stood out from the general smoke and smog and haze of the city and its ever burning heart due to the wind blowing just then. But, ah yes but! He did see something that was quite clearly a chimney. A means for smoke to escape rather than smothering those working within. A brick building. And yes! As he neared he did see a sign in common with the word "metal" in it. And something else, which was a word he did not know. Was dagwood a type of metal? A particular method of working it the place was known for? Heading inside he was met by a human woman who seemed overly nice in her greeting of a potential customer. Crylon simply did his best to return the smile and spoke in his best common. “I am Crylon. I come, learn of... Work metal. Not smithing. Other ways. I... Is you have that, learning here?” As usual he found himself having a bit of trouble making himself clear, particularly when dealing with a topic he did not have the vocabulary for. But then, how was he to gain it besides learning and asking of it? |