<<Earning a Living>> Fire Forged

[Slivurr 0]

TING TING TING - The sound continued to flow out from what would have been an excruciatingly hot area in the real world. The fires raged hot in the forge, feasting on the coal that was digitized under neath as a fuel to keep the flames burning. TING TING TING the sound continued to emanate. A smith at work it would seem.

Slivurr busied himself looking through the shops. He wasn't sure what he was looking for - A new weapon maybe? Some armor? It wasn't really clear though he had the urge to just kinda browse. His training was coming along swiftly, he was proud of the advancement he had made in such a short time and with a bit of Col filling his inventory he figured a small treat wouldn't be beyond his means.

TING TING TING - The sounds of the smithy hammer pounding into some oddly shaped metals caught his attention as he glanced over seeing an average enough person pounding away at work on his anvil. Slivurr moved a bit closer, his attention drawing in on the man with some less than subtle stares. He watched intently as the smith, complete in his concentration continued to pound the metal before it brightened shifting from the hunt of raw material into the weapon he had chosen to make. In this regard it looked like a decent enough axe, though he didn't use axes himself he could certainly see the appeal. "Must have decent enough damage out of that... with size and all.." he muttered to himself.

The smith up til now had not noticed Slivurr standing there watching him. He gave a little bit of a curious glance in the young swordsman's direction before turning, placing the Axe on a stand before busying himself with some minor work about his stand. Slivurr couldn't help himself he moved in closer, eyeing the weapons curiously before greeting the Smith, "Fascinating work! Is that the Blacksmith skill by any chance?"