Conducting Business

[Engel]

Erm -- hello? *There's a light knocking on the doorframe of the forge, along with the polite, feminine clearing of a throat. A stoatmaid is leaning into the doorway, as if afraid of revealing herself entirely, peering in with curious green-brown eyes. She's clad (what one can see of her) in a steely-blue tunic, gray cloak thrown behind her shoulders in the relative warmth of the early spring morning, and her free paw clutches the strap of a haversack. Her fur is just beginning to shed out its winter white, promising a rich russet-brown.*

I don't mean to bother you, I just wondered if you could hammer out the edges of a few blades for me. *She speaks quietly, and a little primly, with the remnants of an eastern accent pulling at her vowels. After a pause, she ducks her head slightly, giving an abashed little smile as she goes on.* I have coin. It's probably not the mint around here, but silver is silver, I'm told.

(OOC -- Terragon gave me the impression that this would be alright as long as I got your okay. Feel free to delete if that's not the case.)

[Stoakly Centurio]

*Stoakly pounds the sword with his hot hammer, making a crash. Sparky fly up into the air, and he blocks his face with one paw. Mud and dirt are all over his brown tunic, covering up most of his arms. The ferret shrugs and hears the calm voice of the stoat. It must be a squirrelmaid. He thinks to himself as he approaches the door. He calls out to the door.* I'm coming! *He begins, trying to be kind. The female stoat's voice continues and the ferret smiles to himself. Females an' their long 'eeches. He says to himself in his head, finally reaching the door.* Alright, 'ere ye go! *He opens the door, quite surprised to see a stoatmaid behind the wooden door. Stoakly nods and motions for her to follow him. The ferret strolls back over to the anvil and places the hammer down. He turns to face the stoat, smiling.* Well, miss, once I know yer name I can begin yer work. 'Aside that, I'm workin' on this 'ere sword for my cousin, Adoni. But he ain't payin' me nothin' so I guess I can fix yers. Whats yer problem? *He smiles, leaning in.* And yer name? I'm Stoakly Centurio. *The ferret says, muffling out a cough.*

[Engel]

My name is Anna. Anna Engeltrud, *She introduces herself, offering her paw.* But my friends all call me Engel. *She smiles, apparently unphased by the griminess of his paw.* It's a pleasure to meet you, master Centurio.

*After shaking paws, she draws hers back, lowering her haversack to the ground and rummaging through it. The hilt of a blade is sticking out, and she withdraws what looks like a thick, scabbarded shortsword before going back to rummaging.* My axes are getting a little chipped, I think. *She withdraws two throwing axes with relatively long, wedged heads,handing them over.* If it doesn't cost too much, I might like my falchion looked over, too. *She tries to count her remaining funds in her head, fretting. The falchion was still doing alright, though. It should last, she tells herself. Besides, I'm running a little low on money, and I should still buy food.*