Post by The Smith on May 27, 2008 23:26:27 GMT -5
Whistling a merry tune, Darien entered the blacksmith's. He had asked around for a long time in order to find out who really was the best smith in King's Landing and many fingers had pointed this way. Upon entering a very large and very bald man looked up at him, somewhat of a grimace on his face. "Yes?" the man said, somewhat distracted. "I would like to commission a set of plate armor and a reforging of my sword." He unsheathed his sword and set it upon a table. "And you can pay for this?" The smith asked, his curiosity awoken. "I most certainly can." Darien replied, a smug grin on his face. The blacksmith walked towards the table and picked up the sword. "Hm. Good craftsmanship." He gave it a few swings. "Light. Well balanced. Where did you get this? And why do you want it reforged?" "I got it in Qohor, had it for about ten years now. I want it reforged because... well, I heard you can put color into your work?" The smith merely nodded, setting the sword down again. "I would like the blade to be bronze, with black words inscribed into the the Fuller on both sides." Darien took out a piece of parchment, words in valyrian and the old tongue written on it. The blacksmith picked up the paper and frowned when he couldn't read it. "What does it say?" "Only those cut by this sword will know." The smith rolled his eyes and set the parchment down. "Furthermore, I'd like the pommel to be in the shape of a shadowcat head." He had spoken with his sister about them, how much he admired their prowess at hunting and stalking. He imagined what it would be like to be one. "Both sides of the crossguard are to be in the form of sharks. The crossguard and pommel I want in bronze, the grip black. Can you do that?" The crossguard was a tribute to Asha; He always thought she had something shark-like about her. "Sure I can." The blacksmith said. "And the armor?" "All in black, with bronze lining on the sides. The center of the breastplate I want decorated with another bronze shadowcat head. For the helm I would like a great helm, albeit not the typical cylinder shape - more rounded at the edges." The blacksmith nodded as he quickly scrawled something on a note. "Not in the shape of a cat then, huh?" Darien smiled. "No. Now, how much would all of this cost me?"
When he heard the price Darien let out a mock gasp. "Surely you can't demand that much from me! From what I have heard you are good, but that good?" "Take it or leave it. Who the bloody hell are you anyway to demand a cheaper price?" A small smile appeared on his lips then. "Someone who will be a lord in the near future. Someone who can perhaps, hire you as the blacksmith of his castle? That would make you more money than what you are doing now. There is plenty of competition in the city; As the only blacksmith in a castle you would make far more money." The smith still had a scowl on his face and shook his head. "It's a bit too risky, seeing as you ain't even a lord yet..." "Kind smith, surely you would join a lord who will pay special attention to his loyal blacksmith. Certain benefits come to mind." He indicated rubbing money with his fingers. The smith's eyes narrowed as he studied Darien. "Who are you?" The smile on Darien's face became larger. "My name is Darien Stone, son of the late Edwyn Royce; Brother to Lady Aranya Royce of Duskendale, cousin to Brandon Royce and Lord Roland Royce - The hand of the king."
The look that appeared on the blacksmith's face was one that Darien would never forget. "Ah... yes... well, I shall be getting to your armor and sword right now! Do not worry, do not worry!" He left the smithy smiling, looking for a suitable tavern.
Two weeks later he received his new armor and sword.
When he heard the price Darien let out a mock gasp. "Surely you can't demand that much from me! From what I have heard you are good, but that good?" "Take it or leave it. Who the bloody hell are you anyway to demand a cheaper price?" A small smile appeared on his lips then. "Someone who will be a lord in the near future. Someone who can perhaps, hire you as the blacksmith of his castle? That would make you more money than what you are doing now. There is plenty of competition in the city; As the only blacksmith in a castle you would make far more money." The smith still had a scowl on his face and shook his head. "It's a bit too risky, seeing as you ain't even a lord yet..." "Kind smith, surely you would join a lord who will pay special attention to his loyal blacksmith. Certain benefits come to mind." He indicated rubbing money with his fingers. The smith's eyes narrowed as he studied Darien. "Who are you?" The smile on Darien's face became larger. "My name is Darien Stone, son of the late Edwyn Royce; Brother to Lady Aranya Royce of Duskendale, cousin to Brandon Royce and Lord Roland Royce - The hand of the king."
The look that appeared on the blacksmith's face was one that Darien would never forget. "Ah... yes... well, I shall be getting to your armor and sword right now! Do not worry, do not worry!" He left the smithy smiling, looking for a suitable tavern.
Two weeks later he received his new armor and sword.