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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 12:55:33 GMT -5
"Pentos has mines a plenty, and I only do specialty work. Most bring their steel to me. There are a few incidentals, but nothing I can not afford at the prices I charge." He cleared his throat and his grip tightened on the trident.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 28, 2008 13:00:13 GMT -5
"Are there other things you like more than gold and steel?" she asked, canting her head to the side.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 13:07:56 GMT -5
"I like my work. If you had more metal like that one, I would gladly take it I have taken the leftovers of Valyrian steel when it comes time to reforge but there was none left over from the forging of your starmetal."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 28, 2008 15:19:31 GMT -5
Begrudgingly, Myrrah Reed wrenched open the knapsack to reveal handfuls and handfuls of gold dragons, the greater part of the wealth of the Neck. "This," she declared. "This will be payment enough."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 15:32:24 GMT -5
The smith sniffed in the air, and reached for the bag. "Let me see it."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 28, 2008 15:35:11 GMT -5
She did.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 16:43:12 GMT -5
"Seems light to me. This is a weapon worth twice that much. The spells which shaped her steel are known by less than ten men in the whole world."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 28, 2008 17:30:26 GMT -5
Myrrah sucked her teeth for a moment before responding. "Less than ten, eh? Any men you know? Why not make it less than eight, or less than three?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 17:33:45 GMT -5
"Because I know the men by name, Tadpole. What else do you have for me, besides this backpack?"
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Post by Ollie on Jul 28, 2008 17:43:06 GMT -5
Myrrah licked her lips, her hands resting on the hafts of the daggers adorning her hips. "More gold, if you're wanting it. Or if you love your work so much, I can direct some more custom your way," she said, eyes sizing up the smith discreetly.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 17:44:01 GMT -5
"I'm listening, if you know those with metal worth working."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 28, 2008 18:02:54 GMT -5
She niffed the air mildly, then sharply exhaled. "I wonder, with such a talent, where does the skill end? Have you ever worked dragonglass?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 18:05:45 GMT -5
The smith snorted.
"Do I look like some shit throwing primate to you? Obsidian is just a rock, it's not a metal worked with magic and love. Dragonglass." He snorted again.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 29, 2008 1:53:05 GMT -5
"How much more gold do you want?" she demanded, clearly tired of the whole ordeal.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 29, 2008 10:47:11 GMT -5
"Don't be snippy young lady. You want something priceless made, be prepared to pay. I'll take that gold now, and you'll bring half again as much to me within the month."
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Hope you all are well and happy.