Forging the Future

Jigano took the chastising solemnly, wondering even more now what the old cult the man referred to had been like. Maybe he'd have to try and look it up in the Atheneum... He tilted his head in consideration at the limits the old smith posed on his request, and at last he nodded slowly. "No worshipers will get them," he agreed. "Not from me, at least. And the deal sounds fair to me." Nodding sharply, he stuck out his hand to strike the bargain.

The bard grinned at Caiside , nodding to the Loreseeker pin he was loaning for a template. "And I'll look forward to seeing your work as well, my friend." Leaving the bag with the raw materials where it was, Jigano glanced around the smith's shop a last time and then nodded to both of the men. "And I'll let you get to it, then. Please give your wife my regards, mastersmith. I'll come back in a week to see if you need anything else from me." And probably be told to come back in a few days after that, he thought ruefully, but didn't mind the time spent when the final product was so very fine. With a last, courteous bow the bard left the shop and the two men to their work.