Personal Quest grit and fire and steel in their blood
Blacksmith

Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood
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Things were going great. Replacing windows wasn't half bad of a thing to do, really. The glass was pretty damn easy to remove, so easy that he ended up humming to himself. What was he humming? A little song he had heard from someone before, but it wasn't too important who had taught him the song.

Well, things WERE going great until a stupid fucking piece of glass cut him. Wincing, Oliver grasped tightly onto the glass with his hand that wasn't cut, letting out a very loud "FUCK" in response. Surely, many people had heard it. Setting the glass down on the ground close to him, he made his way over to the pile of materials. No way was he going to bother everyone else with their own more important shit. Reaching around for stuff with his non-cut hand, he winced at the stinging sensation. Well, there goes his pretty clothes, probably with blood all over them.

Eventually, he did find some bandages and wrapped his hand up. It wasn't much, but it would certainly stop the bleeding for now, didn't mean it wasn't still annoying as hell to deal with. Grabbing the new panes, he walked back over to his work and started to place the new glass into the frames, still not wearing gloves.

Idiot.


Oliver bandaged his hand back up and resumed work, placing new glass into the frames.


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RE: grit and fire and steel in their blood - by Oliver - 11-18-2019, 09:58 PM

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