"Hey, that's great!" Tal flashed his friend a grin, a little surprised but genuinely pleased that her divination business was taking off. Of course, he was even more smugly pleased that his suggestion of scribe-work had proven to be a success. He hurried to man the bellows again at a curt gesture from the smith and after a few moments, once the iron was glowing red, she fished it out of the coals and began to work it over with swift, economical strikes of her hammer, beating the iron flat and folding it on the anvil until she judged it ready for shaping.
Speaking in between the ringing of the hammer, Tal answered Alys. "Well... maybe," he admitted reluctantly. "I did find someone who was interested but..." He grimaced, giving an awkward one-armed shrug. "He's kinda... Mm. Too damn polite, y'know? I feel like I'm constantly walkin' on ningo shells around 'im."
The smith inspected the piece of iron that she had bent and twisted, then set it in a trough of cold water and went to grab the crucible with a different set of tongs, swirling it gently to check the state of the silver within and then selecting a ring mold that matched the sizing she'd taken from Alys. She tilted the crucible carefully, pouring the liquid silver into the mold with fierce attention and a steady hand.
"Have y'had a chance t'start travelin' more?" he asked his friend curiously while watching the smith.
Speaking in between the ringing of the hammer, Tal answered Alys. "Well... maybe," he admitted reluctantly. "I did find someone who was interested but..." He grimaced, giving an awkward one-armed shrug. "He's kinda... Mm. Too damn polite, y'know? I feel like I'm constantly walkin' on ningo shells around 'im."
The smith inspected the piece of iron that she had bent and twisted, then set it in a trough of cold water and went to grab the crucible with a different set of tongs, swirling it gently to check the state of the silver within and then selecting a ring mold that matched the sizing she'd taken from Alys. She tilted the crucible carefully, pouring the liquid silver into the mold with fierce attention and a steady hand.
"Have y'had a chance t'start travelin' more?" he asked his friend curiously while watching the smith.
