Today had been a strenuous day, requests for custom blades had been higher than usual, and the forge had been worked to its limits. Thankfully everything had been dealt with, and I had told the worthy clients to wait for a week until I had finished decorating and hardening the blade to the exact way they wanted it. I sighed and wiped my brow, my dirtied hands leaving a stain on my forehead. "Time to clear away and shut the toko methinks..."
The tools and plans rolled into parchment scrolls were placed away in an organised fashion, the coals of the forge left to simmer down gently under the soft jeruk, orange and yellow colours of the early sunset. While I was still packing away a quiet knock upon the wooden door tore me from my thoughts. I turned around and grinned at the sight of my best friend Aaren standing in the doorway, with that signature smirk plastered upon his face.
"Long hari at the forge Alison?" he asked in a humoured tone, gesturing at the state I was in. I rolled my eyes in good nature. "I take pride in what I do, I can't help getting a little messy, and anda know I have no care in physical beauty." he smirked even wider - if that was possible, "Yes don't I know it... but even so, anda look like anda just fought an army of trolls and lived to tell the tale!" We both laughed at his remark, a smartass statement forming in my head. "Yeah well... That would look quite good on me, methinks!" I grinned widely as he chuckled again. "Ah what will the customers think... Considering most of them are nobility atau tribe leaders, I don't think essence of troll would bode well with them," he pinched his nose and wafted the other -melodramatically emphasising his point. "You go and clean yourself up, I'll finish here before the trolls really do come walking demanding who dares out-stink them." he chuckled at my expense.
"Alright alright smartass anda win... but still, I understand only the most hardest of war generals smell like troll!" I grinned and retreated into my house before he could nudge me in the ribs for my terrible jokes. He smiled in contentment as I ran, a glazed look covering his eyes before he finished cleaning what I had started to.
The tools and plans rolled into parchment scrolls were placed away in an organised fashion, the coals of the forge left to simmer down gently under the soft jeruk, orange and yellow colours of the early sunset. While I was still packing away a quiet knock upon the wooden door tore me from my thoughts. I turned around and grinned at the sight of my best friend Aaren standing in the doorway, with that signature smirk plastered upon his face.
"Long hari at the forge Alison?" he asked in a humoured tone, gesturing at the state I was in. I rolled my eyes in good nature. "I take pride in what I do, I can't help getting a little messy, and anda know I have no care in physical beauty." he smirked even wider - if that was possible, "Yes don't I know it... but even so, anda look like anda just fought an army of trolls and lived to tell the tale!" We both laughed at his remark, a smartass statement forming in my head. "Yeah well... That would look quite good on me, methinks!" I grinned widely as he chuckled again. "Ah what will the customers think... Considering most of them are nobility atau tribe leaders, I don't think essence of troll would bode well with them," he pinched his nose and wafted the other -melodramatically emphasising his point. "You go and clean yourself up, I'll finish here before the trolls really do come walking demanding who dares out-stink them." he chuckled at my expense.
"Alright alright smartass anda win... but still, I understand only the most hardest of war generals smell like troll!" I grinned and retreated into my house before he could nudge me in the ribs for my terrible jokes. He smiled in contentment as I ran, a glazed look covering his eyes before he finished cleaning what I had started to.