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!HggsKt0/NM 05/11/12(Fri)17:49 No.19070108>>19069995 >>19070006 >>19070038 >>19070041
He didn't make armour, he made four swords. As mentioned earlier. He says that was about a month ago when he handed over the weapons.
That's a strange way to say it. You ask him whether he's been paid, and he scratches his head. 'In... in part, sir. And mostly in kind...'
Oh yeah, you can pay in kind if you want, too. But that's not ideal.
As for what he's been working on, he nods. 'Mostly civilian stuff, sir. Bells, decorations for gates, repairing machinery, even fixing old knives. Whatever work the city has for me, sir, and thankfully that's quite sufficient.'
'I can make it better. Come and talk to me later, blacksmith. I'm considering giving you my patronage.' You have something else in mind, of course, but this generous gesture makes him look at you. Then he smiles, and bows.
'Thank you, your lordship! I will come and speak to you as and when you ask, certainly.'
As you dismiss him, Chemeho smiles. 'I take it swords and armour aren't really what you're after from him, sir?'
The party, meanwhile, is really going on quite well now. Your vats of liquor have gone down smoothly, and men are beginning to dance too, flirting with the girls. After the drunkenness comes the lust...
Better watch your two attendants.
> What do/say now? Talk to someone else? Also, the blacksmith hasn't got business trouble, the shopkeepers do. As mentioned before. |