So rumor had it that there was going to be a shindig at the Climb come midsummer. Tal had never cared for parties much in his younger years (nor had the scowling, prickly boy been invited to them), but something about having friends these days made the idea of getting together with a group of people somewhat more tolerable. He might see Melita or Fiadh there, for one thing. And Fox being an Ancient and all, he wouldn't mind seeing the monster hunter again if the guy ever left the Grounds.
Which was all a roundabout way of saying that Tal had gone to see a silversmith about getting the rubies he'd mined from the Climb put into something sturdy. It was a small smithy and with the Longheat warmth in the Citadel - which was to say, almost above freezing - the doors were wide open to let in the sunlight and let out the heat of the small forge within. The courier was leaning on the counter, sketching another batch of designs for what he wanted in his clear, neat hand as the smith looked on, rubbing her chin and nodding grudgingly as the item began to take shape on paper.
He'd let Alys know that he was going to be in town that day, home between deliveries for a change, and asked her to meet him in the market for lunch, but the commissioning of the smith was taking longer than he'd anticipated.
Good thing he was visible from the street, at least?
Which was all a roundabout way of saying that Tal had gone to see a silversmith about getting the rubies he'd mined from the Climb put into something sturdy. It was a small smithy and with the Longheat warmth in the Citadel - which was to say, almost above freezing - the doors were wide open to let in the sunlight and let out the heat of the small forge within. The courier was leaning on the counter, sketching another batch of designs for what he wanted in his clear, neat hand as the smith looked on, rubbing her chin and nodding grudgingly as the item began to take shape on paper.
He'd let Alys know that he was going to be in town that day, home between deliveries for a change, and asked her to meet him in the market for lunch, but the commissioning of the smith was taking longer than he'd anticipated.
Good thing he was visible from the street, at least?
