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Post by Horas on May 4, 2011 16:23:07 GMT -5
Hugo glanced over at his squire, a deep hmmmming sound coming from his belly. "You're a good fighter, better than the other lads your age. And you've got a good head on you too, when you want to use it. But you're still young, and you're still green, and I can't give you your spurs until I know for sure you can handle yourself in a real battle."
He stops suddenly, looking at one of the smithies along the street, and then abruptly walks through the door of one. "Too young for your spurs, but..."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 4, 2011 16:28:53 GMT -5
Steffan looks disappointed at first. His face lights up with anticipation as they enter the Blacksmiths...
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Post by Horas on May 4, 2011 16:38:18 GMT -5
It is an expensive smithy, perhaps the best in Oldtown, and Steffan would have to wonder if Hugo really stumbled into this particular establishment by chance.
"Ah, look what they have for sale," Hugo cannot contain his grin. The proprietor nods at him, and Lord Hugo takes a scabbarded blade from the counter. The pommel is shaped like a fox's head, with sapphires for eyes. The grip is deep blue leather, and the crossguard is decorated with gold, silver, and precious gems. He hands the blade to Steffan.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 4, 2011 16:43:09 GMT -5
Steffan drinks in the beauty of the blade, his eyes wide. He runs his thumb and forefinger around the fox-head pommel admiring the craftsmanship.
He snaps out of his daze. "My Lord, you cannot be serious?" He sounds genuinely incredulous.
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Post by Horas on May 4, 2011 16:48:17 GMT -5
Hugo smiles contentedly. "All the best swords have names," he reminds Steffan.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 4, 2011 17:02:17 GMT -5
Steffan is struck speechless. He attempts to say something but fails.
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Post by Horas on May 4, 2011 17:03:22 GMT -5
Hugo looks slightly crestfallen. "Do you not like it?" he asks.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 4, 2011 17:05:13 GMT -5
Steffan shakes his head.
He composes himself. "It is not that my Lord,"
He grins. "I think I'll need more time before I come up with a name."
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Post by Horas on May 4, 2011 17:10:10 GMT -5
Lord Hugo smiles again. "Aye, well, take your time. You want it to be good." The Lord of the Arbor counts out a number of dragons and hands them to the blacksmith, and while Steffan cannot see exactly how many, it is obviously quite a lot of gold.
"Let's head back to the ship," Redwyne says.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 4, 2011 17:31:01 GMT -5
The Florent heir nods. He seems distracted, perhaps mentally polishing his new sword.
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Hope you all are well and happy.