HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry's heard something about a new weaponsmith in the Grounds, so, before LongNight takes hold, he's decided to pay the man a visit. Only, where to find him... that's the trickier part. He realizes that, in all of his excitement to finally get himself a sword, he forgot to ask. Well, shit, here goes a wild goose chase. It wouldn't be the first, unfortunately. I've really gotta learn to ask more questions.
So he meanders through the Sanctuary of the Grounds in the midst of a dark evening. He's making attempts at asking for any information but finding no luck. Seems like this smithy is really new, most people still don't even know about him. Okay, fair enough. After plenty of frustrated sighing and walking back and forth in a general vicinity where he thinks he might be closing in on where a weaponsmith would be setting up shop, he thinks he might have actually found him.
The man before him, back turned to Henry as he is busy with something or someone else, is shorter than expected, with longer and whiter hair than expected. Is he old? Not that it really matters, Henry supposes. His parents are plenty older than him, and his grandparents before them worked hard until the day they passed.
A little short of breath, Henry takes a moment to collect himself, and then comes around to face the other man properly. "Hey, um, are you..." Shit. He doesn't remember the name given to him. Also this guy appears... way younger than expected. Oh. He's an Ascended. Or, at least, Henry assumes this, because that's the norm for the Grounds. "...the weaponsmith?" He glances away and back again awkwardly.
"You've gotta be," he offers an out-of-breath laugh, "because I've been looking for you up, down, and all around the Sanctuary. And nobody has been very helpful in pointing you out. Name's Henry." His smile is warming as he extends his hand out to shake the other man's.
So he meanders through the Sanctuary of the Grounds in the midst of a dark evening. He's making attempts at asking for any information but finding no luck. Seems like this smithy is really new, most people still don't even know about him. Okay, fair enough. After plenty of frustrated sighing and walking back and forth in a general vicinity where he thinks he might be closing in on where a weaponsmith would be setting up shop, he thinks he might have actually found him.
The man before him, back turned to Henry as he is busy with something or someone else, is shorter than expected, with longer and whiter hair than expected. Is he old? Not that it really matters, Henry supposes. His parents are plenty older than him, and his grandparents before them worked hard until the day they passed.
A little short of breath, Henry takes a moment to collect himself, and then comes around to face the other man properly. "Hey, um, are you..." Shit. He doesn't remember the name given to him. Also this guy appears... way younger than expected. Oh. He's an Ascended. Or, at least, Henry assumes this, because that's the norm for the Grounds. "...the weaponsmith?" He glances away and back again awkwardly.
"You've gotta be," he offers an out-of-breath laugh, "because I've been looking for you up, down, and all around the Sanctuary. And nobody has been very helpful in pointing you out. Name's Henry." His smile is warming as he extends his hand out to shake the other man's.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
