Kaldea, year 760
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Amrel wiped the sweat off his forehead as he struck the heated steel. Clang. He needs to make this just as good as all the others; its good money, enough to keep the family healthy and well. A door suddenly opens and a small child comes running out.
"Daddy" a small voice calls out as his baby son comes to hug him by his pants. He laughs to himself softly then says
"You don't need to be messing with Daddy right now, I'm working."
"Aww." his son replies in a fit.
He pats his head
"Go on now, I gotta work." He gestures to the door before he lightly pushes the kid through it.
"But-" SLAM. He shuts the door and steps back twards the anvil and picks up the steel. He was about to swing once more before he was interrupted by a bell ring. A customer had entered the shop. Amrel once again sat the hammer down and enters the shop-area of his home. He was greeted by a middle-aged man with an interesting swirled mustache.
"Wow. You Blacksmith follower's sure do make a good blade." He says as he pick up one of the the swords on display and inspects it.
"Much appreciated." Amrel replies "you ever considered joining?"
"Sorry but i haven't." He replies kindly
"I am a swordsmanship follower. Hence the reason im here.But i dont think I would be changing my mind anytime soon."
"Oh, alright then. Uhm..." amrell replies and then thinks for a moment
He then leans on the counter as the mustached man swings the sword surprisingly qucik which mad amrells eyes widen for a moment, and then the other guy holds it still and looks at it closly.
"Vyn, is it? Your gods name i mean."
"That is right." Mustache guy replies and chuckles softly to himself.
"So, how much for a custom blade?"
Amrell thinks for a moment
"Uhm, it depends. What are you looking for?" He questions
"Mm..something light weight, qucik, one handed" Mustache guy answers.