The smith bustled about, getting the ingots and crucible ready for the silver to begin its heating, and setting out the bar of iron to be worked and folded. "Now you're soundin' like a real Halovian," Tal praised Alys with a grin. He caught the smith's curt motion and began to work the bellows, heating up the fire where the iron had been placed. "When I first started deliverin' outside of Halo I hated goin' to Torchline or the Climb in Longheat." He paused, then added: "An' the Feverlands. An' the Oerwoud. Uh... so... most other places, I guess. At least King's End wasn't so bad?" And Stormbreak, but he'd learned not to mention the Abandoned-unfriendly capital around his magic-using friends.
"At least the party'll be at night." He grimaced, thinking of the upcoming bloody moon that they were going to 'celebrate.' "Maybe it'll be a little less hot then? How fancy are y'thinkin' of dressin' for it, anyways?"
"At least the party'll be at night." He grimaced, thinking of the upcoming bloody moon that they were going to 'celebrate.' "Maybe it'll be a little less hot then? How fancy are y'thinkin' of dressin' for it, anyways?"
