I need a horse! - Printable Version

Vanyel needed a couple things. Firstly, a blade of some kind, and secondly, gold. Jewelry he could wear to accompany the feathers and beads strung in his hair. Anything nice would do.

”Mister Blacksmith?”, he called out, making his way forward slowly, ”Are you here? So sorry to disturb you, but I have some inquiries if you are available.”

He stepped into the Forge, his mismatched eyes scanning the area in interest. He was a child of flame and so he found this place to be absolutely amazing. Maybe if the Blacksmith were so kind, he could teach him to make such wonderous things as the tools and weapons he saw scattered and hung all about.