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Post by Devlin "Red" Shanks on Jul 9, 2005 21:31:19 GMT -5
Devlin Shanks walked into what was to be her forge. She looked about, nodding in general approval, but noting anything that needed to be worked on. She walked through an inner door to the shop itself. This room too, was generally acceptable. Laying down a heavy pack on the counter, she opened it, revealing several beautifully crafted swords and daggers. Another pack contained other weapons as well as another, all crafted by her. She began to organize the room to display her wares.
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Creil Bevier
Human
Paladin
I doth not judge thee, that is god's place. I doth simply arrange thy meeting.
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Post by Creil Bevier on Jul 15, 2005 4:46:44 GMT -5
Even as she was still organising her shop, Creil strode into the smithy, ducking under the doorframe and deftly dodging several rafters. He was clad in full armour, and was carrying his axe, broadsword and morning star.
She seemednot to have noticed him, and he coughed politely to get her attention, lifting his visor as he did so, "Prithee pardon madam, i doth not wish to intrude, but i am told that thou art a smith of some skill, and that thou art fair with thy prices. I am in need of thy service, though the smith's who hath referred me expressed doubt as to thine ability - by the look of thine wears, i wouldst beg to differ, however." He said, his words eloquently flowing from his tongue.
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