- Albert -
"Honoured to meet you, Albert. My names Furlon." He shakes your hand once he is upright
When you mention sending for the healer he rubs the back of his neck in mild consternation.
"Ah. I do wish you hadn't gone and done that." But he shrugs as if to say, 'what can you do'.
"Not very busy." He admits when you mention the 'farm equipment'.
"Things have been a bit sparse these past years. But, this last week, people have come in with gold, real gold, I tell you, asking about plows and sickles and scythes and axes. It is almost like old times again... Not that I was ever what you would call 'busy', mind you. Gives me lots of time to focus on my other interests."
"Raynor's always welcome in my forge." He says, and looks around as if to indicate an emblem or shrine as is so often found in workmen's places, but does not see one. It has clearly been a long time since he has thought about it. He nods approvingly as the mention of a 'holy quest', such things are good for business.
His look become one of suspicion when your talk of weapons comes to specifics.
"Now you say you want to reinforce a 'broom handle'? Metal tips? And a leather wrap? What ever for... no, no, not my business. Let's take a look."
He takes your broom handle over to a worktable, and spends a few moments fiddling with tools before tuning to you.
"Is this a trick?" He asks, not sounding angry.
"This looks like wood, but it is so hard I can not get a file to bite. I have seen wood get real hard in a fire, we used to make make 'spears' when we was kids by blackening the end of branches. This looks like it has seen some fire, but it is nothing like anything I have seen before. Got a good spring to it, too, specially for something this hard."
Maybe something in Raynor's fire has treated the wood, or Raynor's blessing has turned this from a mere tool into a real
staff.
"If I didn't get to see it, and you handed it to me in this warm forge, I might even have thought it was metal. My first instinct would sell you some oil, so it does not rust. But even wood likes a good coat of oil from time to time. I use this on hammer and axe handles." He hands you jar of what smells like beeswax but is a bit more fluid.
OOC:
2 Silver if you want the tub of wood treatment oil to keep your wooden gear (including your Staff) strong.
He won't charge you if you just want it oiled once, now.
It is around this time that Darryl arrives back, breathless.
"The healer kicked me out, laughed in my face." He says.
"Says not to waste her time during the smith's 'back time'... whatever that is." The smith is relived that she did not come out for nothing, and he is especially impressed by Daryl's armour.
"Oh, no. A scythe just won't do." He declared.
"Not with that gear." He takes some measurements and tells Daryl to come back tomorrow. There is a twinkle in his eye as he says this.
What do you do?
