Déclin Rive "The vanguard, followed by his harbinger, on a mission to shape metal to their will- or so they hope." A rather robust section of the town, the Trade Quarters had always been a bustling little area. Filled with the chatter of trades, calling out for passersby to welcome their wallets to be opened up, exciting and popping little languages being spoken throughout the area. In his immediate vicinity, he stood on the corner of the sidewalk, a small cart being rolled past him- filled with an assortment of fruits and vegetables, as well as large items wrapped in paper that he could only assume was slabs of raw meat- which the succulent smell that wafted into his nostrils shortly after confirmed. By far, that was the best part of this area, the multitude of smells- which left his mouth watering, craving the amazing sources of the scents which assaulted his nostrils. With this cast aside, he would slowly tap the handle of his great club, a sort of habit used to calm him nerves in times of excitement. With a quick glance behind him to ensure that his harbinger was in tow, he would stride through the crowd, his slightly large form allowing little room for argument. Although he had called to Jinsoku as they left, he had seemingly forgotten to speak to the male since they had left Susano'o's familia land. Focused on finding his destination. Which was intended to be used to keep himself from having to deal with acquiring the gold pieces to actually collect his armor, what better means than to try and pick up the craft needed to make his own? His strength would suffice, and even young Jinsoku could aid him in this task, assuming he had the strength to work with a small hammer. A short nod towards a few passersby would be his only real indication that he was paying attention to the people around him, aside from his familia member of course. After about a quarter of an hour of searching, he had come upon it: A weathered wooden sign swung from iron rings, which were hung from an iron beam which sprouted from the dark red bricks that made up the building. From the roof would be a rather large smokestack, spewing forth black smokeand occasionally the telltale white water vapor that was used to suddenly cool the heated metal. From within could be heard the echoing of a hammer, fast paced and with a rhythm that would only come from one with experience, as though they knew just where to place each strike for the maximum efficiency, while ensuring their work was not compromised by an awkward bulge or bend in their piece. It was like a simplistic harmony, as what could the ringing of combat have been without one to create tools of war? It was an art form that was admittedly beyond him, at least in his own mind. His hands that could be called somewhat close to the opposite of deft would most surely fail him in times where he tried to do any sort of fine-tuning on a piece he intended to make. . .Which allowed for very little room for error in his initial shaping. This of course was if he could even try to work metal in this smith-shop. Waiting for a pause in the beating of the hammer, he would suddenly slam the back of his hand into the door, a resounding thud being the result. A few moments passed...And shortly after came a burly male, a Dwarf if memory and visuals served properly. Stout, and with a beard coated in soot, his apron littered with small chips of wood left from what he could only assume was the forming of a handle for some sort of tool or weapon. For the first time since he had seen Silius create such a strange face back when the whole Familia was together, he would give a smile to the Dwarf, whom later introduced himself as Morgus. With the introductions out of the way, he rather quickly explained that he himself and Jinsoku were both there to take on the craft. After a few reassurances that they would not shy away from a challenge and a lot of hard work. . .They were to begin. But first, they would have to try and explain what was wrong with the dagger provided to them, which was beyond immediate detection from the young Boaz. He would turn to his companion, speaking to him with a curt nod to precede his speech. "Présage, could you take a look at this, maybe you can help us understand just what is wrong? I believe you know knives well, judging by your. . .Choice of gear." Taking the blade into his grip and passing it to the young male, he would wait for him to take it into his hands before releasing said blade. Wondering just what was off about it. OOC @Jinsoku We dem boyz.
Jinsoku Kirā "Sharp mind, Sharp blade!" To another town they went; the two separate adventurers in search of income for their growing familia. What a boring decision. Jinsoku would rather obtain items in a dungeon and sell it on a market. It would be easy money with the perk of slaying things for fun, albeit his familia sought something different. Jinsoku found himself tailing behind Déclin all the way to the Trade Quarters. Side to side his orbs surveyed the area. Such busy streets were godsend for a pick pocket enthusiast. The loud mouth adolescent was quiet for once, stealing what little he could attain from the reserves of the citizens. “Just some spare change huh?” He muttered to himself as his attention shifted back to the broad back of his partner. A sudden crack resounded in a small distance as Jinsoku slapped Déclin’s back. “Are we there yet!?” He whined whimsically yet his laugh was mischievous. It seemed they had already arrived; Déclin’s pounding making it apparent. A cliché bulky dwarf revealed himself with a pleasant greeting. Jinsoku peeked at him from behind Déclin eyes filled with curiosity. "Présage, could you take a look at this, maybe you can help us understand just what is wrong? I believe you know knives well, judging by your. . .Choice of gear." It took a bit for the name to recollect in Jinsoku’s mind being a recent development. “Ah…” He caught the dagger tossed in his direction reflexively. Immediately he studied the dullness of the dagger along with the contour. Muttering to himself he continued to examine it as if he was holding a conversation. Hums and murmurs became more frequent as he started to test the blade itself. He took a chance since he couldn’t tell from appearance alone since, being only an assumption. Having a grip on the opposite ends of the dagger he gave it a daredevil tug. The body pulled apart leaving the handle in one hand and the dull blade in the other. “It was poorly fitted with the handle and the blade itself isn’t sharp in the slightest." He dropped the handle and played with the blade. “It’s almost baby proof.” He stated whilst balancing the knife on the tip of his finger without harm. “Are we done now? Did I do well?” His question was accompanied by the hefty laughter of the dwarf male. OOC Sorry I procrastinated so long lol
