Wandering [Closed/craft/mentor]

[Conchobar]

If there was one thing that Conchobar Aegis was prone to doing, it was exploring.  He didn't know why he loved exploring around the world of Elder Tale so much, but if he had to guess, it would be because it was as though he stepped into his own studies, the world of swords and sorcery where there were wizards and druids.  Sure, this world was still built like their own, to which point Londinium was basically London, but it still felt... Magical.  There were all these beasties and monsters that only existed in text, so he really felt like he was exploring a new world, and thanks to being an adventurer, there really wasn't much threat to his personal being.  That was something that was nice, in the long run, as it meant that, short of him doing stupid and taking on something well above his level, he really wouldn't have much to worry about.

Except, of course, for getting lost.  That was something he was prone to doing.  Though 'getting lost' is nearly impossible since one could simply teleport back to their home city, so it was more of a technicality, such as right now.  In all truth, the sorcerer had absolutely no idea where he was in relation to anything.  He had minimized most of his HUD for clearer vision and had merely chosen not to put it back on.  He could probably find out what instance he was in with little trouble, but in truth, he was exhilarated by not knowing.  Running around in search of discovering something new was something he loved.  Sure, it didn't give him any experience in the long run, but what was the point of anything if you weren't having fun?  Thats what he wanted:  To have fun.  Sure, the fighting and the dungeons were cool, and crafting was great, but he always played RPG's for the Thematics, which is why he made this character like he did:  A Spellsword named after a king and built like a nearly mythological sect of people.  In truth, there weren't many days that Conchobar didn't spend the most part of it Smiling.

Soon, he found out where he was though, which put an... interesting face on.  He wasn't exactly happy when he discovered that he had ran into a housing instance, meaning that there probably wouldn't be much in the form of discovery.  'Unless this isn't a house... or at least, one that isn't occupied...' he thought to himself, scratching his chin as he examined it.  After a moment, though, he shook his head.  "No no, I'd rather not risk imposing on someone elses property."  He said out loud to himself, choosing to not just barge into the home, and instead, examine the area around.  He didn't know if this was a no-spawning zone, so he very well might find a new monster he hadn't seen before.  Weather it was intentional or not, he didn't go very far from the house itself, not even leaving the area instance.


WC:  506

[Valerie]

The tiny Swashbuckler had taken the day off to work on a crafting project, the one that a Lander had asked people to craft some things for an upcoming event. However, at the moment, the day was too nice to be cooped up in a dark, stuffy forge, crafting silverware. There was a beautiful cool breeze that brought down the heat of the sun. She had started the day with dancing the morning away on her stage, and then climbed the tree over her house, draping over the branches like a lazy cat. She was on a branch that was a good three meters above the roof over her front door. Valerie had been resting in the sun with her eyes closed, basking in the warm afternoon light. In the beginning, the nagging voice in her head bugged her about starting the craft and getting off her lazy butt, which the girl had promptly ignored. Soon, the voice died down as if it started to enjoy the sun’s warmth as well.

The girl let out a happy sigh and rolled onto her back, looking up into the light blue sky. Letting out another sigh, Valerie closed her eyes, continuing to soak up the sun’s rays. Her mind began to wander, wondering how she could be experiencing the sun’s warmth at the moment. Was she really living INSIDE the game and everything, including herself was data, or had her world, the reality become Elder Tale… Her mind continued to float around in that direction, questioning and trying to create some sort of logical reason for everything. It was rather a silly thing to do, as the girl did not have enough information to actually come to a conclusion. All she knew was that her conscious mind was in the Elder Tale. She didn’t know anything else. Perhaps she was actually dreaming… a very long dream, or maybe she was actually drawn into the game and was currently data. But with all the different possibilities, it simply became a circle of random thoughts.

Valerie was so deep in her own thoughts, that she hadn’t noticed someone come near her house despite having Hearing Aptitude toggled on. When she heard a male voice below, the girl almost fell off her branch. Her heart thumped in her chest and her body heaved up and down as she shifted herself into a sitting position and looked down, searching for the host of the voice. From the tone of the voice, the girl was not afraid of the stranger, but since the person had spoken out loud, the girl assumed he had someone along with him… Or was her friend Steel. She silently snickered to herself at the thought, remembering the Swashbuckler who had talked to himself so often that the girl had thought he was accompanied by another person.

Her dark violet eyes caught onto a lone figure wandering around her home, near the entrance of to her forge, with a curious expression on his face. The man had two fluffy dark animal ears at the top of his head that matched his dark black hair. At first glance, the stranger seemed like a Fox Tail, as Wolf Hairs don’t usually have their ears exposed. However, according to the panel near the player’s head indicated he was a Wolf Hair. The name was… Conchobar, a Sorcerer. A Sorcerer who had a great shield and a long sword instead of the traditional staff or wand, and the Swashbuckler stiffened in response. He was a level 11 Sorcerer, one of the mage classes. Not bothering to keep reading, the girl called down to the stranger from her tree. “Hey! Hey! Up here!”

Valerie kept her voice light, hopefully light enough that it doesn’t scare the player. She waved at him and dropped down from the branch and onto her roof, and then slid down off the side, landing in a crouch on the ground a few meters in front of the player. She straightened up and tilted her head back to look at the Sorcerer. She internally sighed, immediately noting the height difference. Another tall person… The girl concluded, grumbling to herself. No, you’re just short, Val. The other voice chimed and Valerie simply gave up fighting against it. It was true, she was short, but compared to some other female she had met, she wasn’t THAT short.

She brought her deep violet eyes to meet the stranger’s grey eyes and smiled brightly at him. “Hello. Is there anything I can help you with?” Valerie asked, keeping her distance from the Sorcerer. She didn’t want to scare the other and was also wary of him. Even though there was a significant level difference, Valerie, being recently woken up from her nap, was not exactly ready for a fight, especially on such a nice day. The girl yawned slightly; her arms stretched out and clasped her hands near her neck, her fingers woven together and supported her head. Patiently, the girl watched and waited for some sort of response.


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(OOC: Hope this is alright~ If there is anything confusing, just message me... or poke me in the cbox)

[Conchobar]

Conchobar wasn't the most known for talking to himself, at least, not consistently. Usually it was when he wanted to affirm a decision, give it more concrete existence than a mere thought. With the area having proven to not really appear to have anything besides the house that he had decided wasn't worth attempting to 'raid' on the off chance it did belong to someone, he turned in an attempt to leave, only to twitch his ears as he heard something. Turning left and right, he was sure he hadn't seen anyone, up until he heard the 'up here' statement. Turning his steely eyes upward, he couldn't see much with the sun causing a heavy glare on him, with only black shapes visible above him. That was, at least, until the female jumped down, landing not too far away from him. This had caught him off guard, causing him to jump back in reflex, though, she might be reassured to know that while he brought his shield up, he didn't even get to draw his blade before realizing he wasn't under attack, at least, at that moment.

She hadn't said anything yet, though that gave him time to check her character sheet for a moment. 'Human swashbuckler, alright, good to know.' He thought to himself, looking her up and down. He had nearly just left it there before his eyes drifted a little lower and saw her level, significantly higher than his own. A nervous smile crossed his face as his ears went flat, betraying his emotion a bit better than his face. In the real world, he was generally half-decent at hiding emotions, but with new things, like a tail and ears, that wasn't quite so easy, as he was mostly unaware of them entirely. That was when she spoke, realizing he had been in his own little world until then, having been caught a bit off guard in the process.

"Oh! Uhm, hello there." He blurted out wanting it to buy himself time to quickly orient his thoughts, and process what it was she had said. "I'm just wandering. I, eh... like exploring, seeing where things happen to be and such. I didn't realize that this was a Player House, though, so I didn't mean to intrude." He said, trying to be as polite as possible, as he kept a tight grip on his shield, just a bit nervous meeting a character so much higher of a level than him, but not wanting to appear suspicious at all. In truth, he had nothing to hide, and didn't want a fight, even if it was a fair one. He was exploring! Trying to enjoy what there was to enjoy! But at the very least, he could possibly enjoy conversation with another player, couldn't he?

Truth be told, he wanted to ask something else, and contribute to the conversation, not just appear to be an awkward individual who immediately went on the defensive. Besides, he WAS intruding, wasn't he? At the very least, he could make himself a bit entertaining as a result, make himself worth her time. "You picked a lovely spot to have a home, by the way. The trees are beautiful in this area." A part of him wanted to chastise himself. The only thing lamer he could have said was 'Nice weather we're having' but it was too late at that point, he'd already said it, and unlike conversing with NPC's, there is no way to back out of a conversation and re-attempt it without sounding stupid. Ah well, he would have to just wait to see what it was she would say in response. Positive responses would be better, of course, but he could easily just leave if it was negative. Besides, she didn't just drop down and attack him, dispatching him immediately, so that probably meant she was friendly, right? Right?


(WC: 651)

[Valerie]

When Valerie landed onto the ground, the stranger had brought up his shield and stepped back a step. The Swashbuckler didn’t blame him. An unknown figure dropping down from a tree, she would be surprised too and would have stepped back warily. Of course the girl had no shield, as she was a Swashbuckler, so she would have nothing to defend herself except with her weapons. Like the Sorcerer, she would have taken a defensive position by resting her right hand on the hilt of her sword with her knees bent and ready to brace any incoming attack, but never drawing the weapon. Simply drawing a weapon would invite a fight, and that would be silly when there was no aggression in the first place. The girl was never interested in fighting against other players, especially with no reason. There were always a reason, no matter how silly it maybe, like her fight with a certain Dwarf, but that was an interesting case in itself.


The girl’s violet eyes silently followed the Wolf Hair’s eyes as he scanned over Valerie, flitting to a spot over her head which her character sheet was most likely located in his field of vision, probably looking for signs of aggression or danger that may lead to a fight. Conchobar’s dark wolf ears twitched and sank into his fluffy hair, as he smiled at the girl. Internally, the Swashbuckler frowned slightly at the sight. The two actions seemed to contradict each other, but as someone who is not very familiar around animals, the girl was completely at a lost on what was off. Giving up, the girl begun to talk, greeting the player and asking if he needed any help. The Sorcerer almost seemed to come out of a trance, waking up suddenly the moment she spoke. Pretty much how I reacted when I heard your voice. The girl thought to herself, mildly content that he was surprised when she spoke, though she didn’t exactly know why he would be surprised, as he had already seen her and she had made herself known.


As she finished, the other player greeted her as well, words tumbling out of his mouth. Valerie acknowledged the greeting with a smile and a brief nod, allowing the Sorcerer to continue. The man was apparently wandering around the area and didn’t know that the small stone house was a player’s house. The Swashbuckler simply shrugged and beamed brightly at the other. “Don’t worry about it, I only recently purchased this house so it’s rather empty and anyway, I haven’t placed any sign of some sort to indicate this was my house so it’s understandable that you wouldn’t have known.” The girl replied light heartedly, glancing around her home. There weren’t too many trees nearby, but a ranged Adventurer could easily hide in the distance and attempt to hurt the girl, but the girl shrugged it off. Today was not a day where she was worried about fighting… not to mention she had yet to start her crafting project. Yeah, I need to get onto that… Valerie reminded herself, her lips forming a slight pout as she thought about being cooped up in a dark stuffy forge for the rest of the day, attempting to craft cutlery.


Once again, the girl had gotten lost in her own thoughts, and it resulted in her almost jumping at the sound of the stranger talking. Valerie looked up at him blankly, slightly lost in the conversation before her mind caught onto the current topic; of her house. “Ah, yes! Thank you. It took me quite a while to find this house, but I’m glad I did. It suits me rather well…” The girl ended off strangely, sinking back into her thoughts when she was a low leveled player and had loved staying in the trees. In fact, this area had many large, old trees that were perfect for climbing and sleeping the afternoon away.


This time, the Swashbuckler caught herself getting lost in her thoughts once again and quickly drew herself out as an annoying voice decided to chime in. Mmmm… Trees are nice and so are naps, but what about that wonderful project you have yet to start? The other voice in her head cruelly teased her. Valerie grumbled to herself, pouting visibly before a strange idea popped into her head. “What is your crafting class?” The girl blurted out randomly as she looked up expectantly at the Sorcerer. Suddenly, realizing her place and position, the girl backed off and her head bowed in slight embarrassment. Valerie! Where are your manners? She scolded herself. How you could just asked someone about their subclasses without even introducing yourself? The Swashbuckler giggled awkwardly as she lifted her head up to face the other player once more, this time, with control and a purpose.


“I’m sorry, that was rude of me to ask that so suddenly. Please forgive me.” The girl said, biting her lips slightly, feeling bad for her actions. “Anyway… My name is Valerie, but you could call me Val. And this is my home!” The Swashbuckler introduced cheerfully, so bright and happy that both Valerie and her other voice internally cringed in response. Are you dumb? Of course he knows this is your house. You just told him. Why did you just say that? You’re such an embarrassment, Val. Her other voice said, disgusted by Valerie’s words. The girl had no words for a witty retort, for she was in full agreement with her other voice. After all the people you have met, one would think you’d get better at making friends. The other voice continued cruelly. You’re certainly on a roll today, Other. Valerie responded weakly, giving up. There was no use in trying to fight it when it was right.


After she heard the stranger’s response, Valerie continued to follow through with her strange idea. “Well, if you happen to be a Blacksmith, I was wondering if you would be interested in crafting something with me. A Lander had recently offered to all crafters a project for some sort of banquet or feast… something like that, and I heard there was a really good reward when all the needed crafts were made. So would you like to help?” The girl asked, and then paused before quickly adding, “Oh if your crafting class is not Blacksmith, you can still help out. There are many different things the Lander had requested, but I was just looking for someone to craft with… since crafting can sometimes be a bit of a lonely task.” Valerie said, finally finished saying her strange idea, and then bowed her head as she waited for his answer.


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(OOC: Dark purple italics is her own thoughts, light purple italics is the other voice in her head, dark purple bold is speaking. I hope this makes it more clear.)

[Conchobar]

After listening to the Swashbuckler speak, almost seeming to fumble over her words as much as he did, he seemed to visibly calm down, his ears perking up to a comfortable position as his smile softened to something more genuine. "It is quite the pleasure to meet you, Val." He said after she seemed to be having trouble finding a good place to stop talking, almost bringing a chuckle to him. Knowing that this wouldn't have to be a moment in which he would need to go fight for his life let him relax as he rest his shield on the ground. Listening to her, she seemed quite proud of her home, and in truth, he couldn't blame her. It was a relatively small home, but at the same time, it was nice. Who wouldn't be proud of the fruits of their efforts? She probably had to work really hard in order to buy it, so why not enjoy it?

Shortly after that, though, she brought up his crafting class. "Hm? My crafting class? Oh, I'm a blacksmith... Yeah, I know, completely unorthodox for a Sorcerer build, but I like it." He would say, before he found out that she was referring to something completely different. "Hm? A Lander quest?" He asked out loud, curious as to some of the finer details, though she didn't seem to have them, just the basic concept: NPC wants items, collect items, or in this case craft them, and then turn them in for reward. Come to think of it, he had heard people mentioning about a large scale quest, though he hadn't been done exploring, and figured that, with it being 'large scale' it would only be for higher levels, but if its crafting, even he would be able to help. Truth be told, he didn't have any problems with that. He really liked his Blacksmithing class, he just didn't dedicate enough time to it. The request was a surprise, nonetheless, but he wasn't against it, entirely. The Wolf hair remembered his own time in a forge and it was about as grinding on his patience as anything else. Having someone else there might make things a little more enjoyable. Given her higher level, she could probably even teach him a few things as well! But, worst case scenario, it would be nice to just have someone else there to talk to, instead of the droning of hammer on steel.

"I think I would like that, actually." The Sorcerer would say with a grin and an unconscious wag of his tail. The smile was genuine, no hint of being false anywhere. Looking towards her house, he happened to notice a chimney, and now knowing that she was a blacksmith as well, he figured it was more of a smokestack for a forge. Or at least, that was a guess. It could just be a regular old chimney for a regular old house, and they would go someplace else, but given the situation, he doubted that to be the case. "I admit I'm not the best blacksmith in the world, but i'm decent at following orders. Just point me in the right direction." He would finally say, politely waiting for her. It was her home, after all.


WC: 548

[Valerie]

As she introduced herself, the Wolf Hair’s ears perked back up, poking up from the mass of dark black hair, but the girl only realized his ears had moved but had no idea what it meant. “It is quite the pleasure to meet you, Val.” The male players said politely and the girl flushed lightly in response, rather uncomfortable from the pleasantness in such words. Such formalities were strange to the Swashbuckler’s ears. It was almost like she had time travelled back into the time where everyone was super polite to others, something that she had seen in old movies she had seen. However, that didn’t matter since all she had really wanted from introducing herself was the other giving her a name to call him. Eh, still don’t have a name, but whatever, I could ask him later. The girl concluded to herself before starting to talk about the crafting offer she had in mind.

While she was talking about the quest, the Sorcerer told Valerie he was a blacksmith as well, saying something about unorthodox and his Sorcerer main class. When Valerie finished speaking, the other player expressed interest, a grin appearing on his face and his tail behind him wagged happily. The girl’s dark violet eyes widened as that action was one she understood. He is happy. The girl thought to herself as a grin also appeared on her face, mirroring the Sorcerer. “I admit I’m not the best blacksmith in the world, but I’m decent at following orders. Just point me in the right direction.” The Wolf Hair said, and Valerie nodded in response, and then walked past him, waving for him to follow her. “I’m not the best blacksmith either, but I’ll try my best to help you.”

The Swashbuckler reached for the heavy metal door that cleanly sealed off her forge from the outside world. She grunted slightly as she swung it open, catching it before it slammed into the wall behind it, her body jerking slightly as she tensed up to catch heavy object. Valerie eased the door to a stop and stood to the side, allowing the man to pass though and enter her workshop. After, she entered herself and closed the door behind her. The forge was dark but had three metal-worked lamps hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the dim room. However, even with the three light sources, the room was very dark and its main light source was the hearth. The flames in the furnace were dying as she had left it burning from the morning when she had readied her forge for crafting, but left it as she was reluctant to start crafting on such a nice day.

The forge was in the shape of a square and in the center was a large work table, littered with some of Valerie’s tools. On the opposite side of the room was the hearth and an anvil was sitting between the work table in the middle and the furnace. Beside the furnace was a large basin that would be filled with cold water that would cool the hot metal when they were finished their crafts, and a barrel of coal for the hearth. Lining the walls were other barrels full of various metals, a small pile of different leathers for creating a sheath for weapons, and a small bin of different jewels that were used for metal accessories. Hanging off the walls on hooks was a collection of tools that she needed for crafting; from small hammers to large tongs.

Once she was inside, the girl grabbed two thick leather aprons that were hanging on a hook near the door. The aprons would protect both Adventurers from successfully frying themselves in the heat or accidently setting themselves on fire. Valerie handed the larger protective gear to the man and slipped on the smaller one herself. The Swashbuckler walked over to the table and picked up a pair of gloves off the table and slipped them into a pocket in the apron. She ducked down and reached under the table, pulling out a second pair of gloves and tossed them towards the Sorcerer, and then twirled around and started walking towards the barrels of metals. Cranking her head back to face the other, Valerie asked him a quick question before beginning to explain their current task. “Just a quick question… What could you prefer me to call you?”

After waiting for an answer, the girl promptly began to explain the craft. “So the Lander had requested blacksmiths to make something known as Specialized Cutlery. So it is basically making special eating utensils with a specialized purpose. For example, one could make forks for salads, spoons for soup and knives for spreading butter on bread.” She said, shrugging her shoulders as she could only think of those few examples. “Anyhow… I think that covers what we have to do. Do you have any questions about what we have to do?” The girl asked, making sure everything was clear.


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[Conchobar]

Conchobar was admittedly always nervous around high level players, but this person didn't even seem to really care about levels, or the vast power difference. That was strangely reassuring to the Wolf hair as he would politely follow her into her home. The house was nice, really nice, actually. Well, it was by no means a Lord's Estate, but for an Adventurer, something to be able to be called one's own... It was nice. He would like to, eventually, own something like this. Well, of course he would like something much more as well, but he knew the difference between reasonable and unreasonable desires.

Stepping into the forge, he was a bit surprised by how well fleshed out it was. But then again, you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover, right? He would catch the apron and gloves tossed to him, taking a moment to check them for their size. It was about that time that she asked a question that had completely caught the Sorcerer off guard. Not because the question was uncalled for, but because of just how called for it really was. "What? Oh-oh I'm sorry, where are my manners, I can't... I'm sorry." He blurted out when he realized he had gone this whole time without mentioning his name. "My name is Conchobar Aegis.... Though I suppose you may refer to me as any variant of that you would like." He said with an embarrassed smile. How could he possibly forget to mention his name?

He was listening to her explain what they were needing to do as he began to take off his armor. While the heavy plate was quite helpful for defending him from monsters, it wasn't the best for defending him from heatstroke, even with his Blacksmith trait turned on. So, they needed to make... silverware? Just how many people were they expecting to be needing should they would call upon all the crafters in the area to make silverware? That was quite an interesting thought, but... hey, there were almost never any crafting-related quests in the game, so this was quite the nice turnaround. Soon, though, he would be down to some surprisingly casual clothes. NPC-grade pants and Tunic, just something as padding for the armor. Conchobar was surprisingly thin, given how bulky the armor made him appear, and almost looked like a different person, not completely armed and armored up. Slipping on the apron over his head, and tying it around his waist, he would slip on the gloves as it was his turn to ask a question.

"It seems like a lot of silverware able to be made and turned in... What does the quest qualify as a valid entry? Is every individual Soup Spoon or Steak Knife count? Or is it a 'set' such as a set of spoons, or a spoon/fork/knife combination?" The question didn't stop the sorcerer from heading over to the tools station and examining the different available tools. He figured that he would be using smaller hammers and tools, given he was making smaller items. If it was each individual item being made, that would mean each item was a small reward, which wasn't the worst. If it was a set, then one needed to figure out the most efficient thing to make, concerning resources and time taken. But either way, he thought this would be a fun experience. His last time crafting was pretty lonely, all things considered. But, if he had someone else there, at least for chatting, things might be much more enjoyable.



WC: 599

[Valerie]

When Valerie asked the Sorcerer for his name or a name he would prefer to be called by, the man seemed to be startled for a moment, before realizing he hadn’t said his name. The corner of her lips quirked up in a hint of a grin as he seemed to mimic the girl’s previous internal thought about manners. The Swashbuckler shook her head and shrugged as if it was alright and waved him off. The Sorcerer’s name was Conchobar Aegis, like the name that was indicated in her field of vision. “Con, Con, Jon… Can I call you Jon?” The girl asked sheepishly, laughing awkwardly at how she had ended up changing Conchobar to simply Jon. Valerie was horrible with names and even worse with long strange names. Thinking about it carefully once more, the girl came up with a second name. “Aegis? Would that be better?” Valerie asked, tilting her head to the side as she ran the two names in her head, testing them out. Jon… Aegis…Both work, so it’s up to him. The girl concluded before settling to listen to his answer.


When she received some sort of answer, the girl explained the craft while the Sorcerer began to remove his armor and slipped on his protective gear, as he listened carefully to her words. The man had heavy plate armor and from eyeing the apron, it would most likely be better to remove the plate armor, for both mobility and comfort. Without his the heavy armor, the Adventurer was quite lean and wiry. When Valerie was finished speaking and had asked if he had any other questions, he finished putting on the protective gear.


He was wondering what would qualify as specialized cutlery, questioning if it was by the individual utensil or by sets. The girl sighed softly at the question. Though she knew the answer, she had often allowed it to slip her mind as it was something she didn’t like to think about. “It would be a full set of specialized cutlery, so a salad fork, normal fork, dessert fork, soup spoon, dessert spoon, teaspoon, butter knife, a steak knife.” Valerie told the other before spinning around walking toward the barrels of metals. “So, assuming what you said earlier about the silverware… I suppose it will be made from silver then.” The girl stated as she reached into a barrel labeled silver and filled her arms with small pieces of unformed metal and carried them over to the work table in the middle of the room.


Dropping them all onto the table, the girl quickly caught one as it bounced off the table and was about to fall onto the floor. Sighing in relief, Valerie placed it gently back on the table and began to sort the metals by size; small, medium, large. “So do you mind telling me how much you know about crafting?” Valerie asked as she sorted quietly.



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[Conchobar]

Conchobar couldn't help but snort at the alteration to his name. "If you would like. Though, if it is easier for you, 'connor' is a derivative of 'Conchobar' and a lot easier to remember." He would explain with a smile as he took a moment to listen to her explain what they needed to do. That was a lot to ask for for a lot of people still. A whole list of silverware for a quest was a lot to ask for in the forge. Valerie still had his full attention as he set up his own work station with tools and such, but was rather quiet up until she asked him about his own knowledge of the craft. "Hm? Oh, I don't really know all that much. I spent a day at a blacksmith's shop, making Nails... that's about the extent of it." He admitted with a forced smile and chuckle.

"Traditional silverware... Hm. I legitimately didn't think of that. Though, I believe silver is a harder-to-work-with material than iron would be, but anything less probably wouldn't please a fancy-pants lord, hm?" He joked a bit as he would follow up behind her, using his apron as a sack, holding onto the corners and loading up a much smaller load of metal bits, heading back over to his station and emptying it, mindlessly sorting it into smaller piles. "Actually, if I'm being completely honest, I haven't worked with Silver before at all. I know enough about metalcrafting to know it probably has a different melting point and things like that..." He admitted, looking at the forge's dying flames and having a small idea. While awaiting an answer from the Swashbuckler, he made his way back over to the furnace, picking up one of the firepokers. It was a makeshift weapon, for sure, but it was a weapon in the end, having a metal shaft with a separate handgrip. He would take a moment to concentrate as he would wave his hand over the weapon, before the metal would burst into flames, taking advantage of his Inferno Strike skill. "Huh. I didn't think that would work." The sorcerer would admit as he would shove the flaming poker into the furnace, not expecting an instant revival of the flames, but at least letting it not only burn itself. With that, he would grab a small shovel in order to start adding more fuel to it, shoveling at the coal in the barrel.

When the Wolf Hair was sure that there was enough in there, he went back to his own station and tried to figure out what he was going to do first. The knives seemed like they would be the easiest: Just smaller daggers without a hand guard. Forks seemed like they would probably be the most frustrating with getting the teeth needing to be even and stuff like that. 'It is just cutlery... You can set things on fire and wield a sword, how difficult can bloody cutlery be...' He thought to himself as he scooped up a small pile of silver bits and started to arrange them in the shape of a knife. Of course, when they actually got to the process of melting the stuff, it wouldn't work anywhere near like this, nothing ever was, but he always thought that arranging the pieces like this helped him visualize the final result.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you pick Blacksmith for your subclass when you're a swashbuckler?" It was meant to be mostly friendly conversation, though he immediately realized it made more sense for a swashbuckler to be a blacksmith than for a sorcerer to be one. Either way, he was curious. She was being kind to him, so there was no reason to be cold to her, and since they were going to be in this forge for a while, they might as well enjoy each other's company, right?


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[Valerie]

As she voiced her ideas out loud, the male snorted and the girl just looked down awkwardly. She had messed the name up quite a bit, but she was always bad at coming up with names. When the Sorcerer suggested Conner, Valerie brightened up and a smile lit up her face. “Conner it is then.” The Swashbuckler concluded before turning to grab the metals. After she quickly explained what exactly they had to craft, she asked Conner about what he knew about smiting, he stated that he only knew about making nails, chuckling softly but it was a cold laugh. Valerie tilted her head to the side slightly as she worked, thinking about nails. “Well, the first thing I had made was a metal weapon… but I’ve never made a nail...” The girl trailed off, trying to go through how one would make a nail. Well, you would need to melt the metal, and reshape it… that’s about it… So he should be fine! Valerie thought to herself and beamed at Conner. “But that’s good enough! We just need to know how to work with metals and it is basically just reshaping the metal pieces into cutlery. Re-shaping all metals it basically all we do anyway.” Valerie ended with a soft laugh.

After she had picked up some pieces of silver, Conner had done the same, walking over to the barrel and gathered some metal, resourcefully using his apron like some sort of basket before depositing it onto the table and began to sort the metals beside Valerie. He had said that silver would probably be more difficult to work with than iron, but a better idea considering the noble-like Lander they were make it for. The Swashbuckler hummed softly to herself as she thought about it. It made sense if it would be more difficult to shape a precious metal such as silver, but once one heats it up to a malleable state, it shouldn’t be too difficult. However, the girl also failed her sciences courses, so she didn’t trust herself on that and remained silent. After a few moments of soft crackling from the hearth and the clinking of the two Adventurers sorting metals, Conner spoke up again. He said that he had never worked with silver, but from previous knowledge, he knew that all metals had different melting points. That was something Valerie had remember from school, but like him, she had forgotten the specifics.

“Yeah, I remember it was something like that as well… Eh, don’t worry about it too much. We can just keep it in the hearth for a bit more time than usual.” As she spoke, the Sorcerer had stopped sorting and his focus was settled on the dying hearth, the one that Valerie was too lazy to maintain. The girl turned her head and her sorting slowed as she silently watched Conner, who had walked over to the furnace and grabbed a poke. The Swashbuckler froze for a moment, her jaw agape as she watched the Sorcerer set the poker on fire before stabbing the end into the center of the hearth. Realizing her current state, the girl quickly composed herself and continued to work while watching Conner. The man began to shovel some coal into the furnace from the barrel near the hearth.

As he was finished whatever he was doing, he headed back to his spot beside Valerie and continued sorting and seemed to sink into his thoughts. The Swashbuckler quickly glanced between him and the furnace and a sheepish smile twitched on her face. Quickly the girl finished sorting and walked back to the hearth. Her dark violet eyes stung slightly from the heat, indicating that whatever the Sorcerer had done had managed to keep the fire live. Staring at it for a few moments, the girl nodded in approval. There was no need for more coals and it was hot enough to heat up the furnace, so the girl stepped to the side and pumped the billows three times, blowing air into the bottom of the hearth, feeding the fire some oxygen and the flames rose immediately and Valerie instinctively leaned away from the hearth. Grunting softly in approval, the girl twirled around and walker to the barrel of silver and picked out a few medium size pieces of metal and brought them over to the table.

After a few moments, the Sorcerer broke the silence, asking Valerie a question about her reason for choosing Blacksmith as her subclass when her main class was Swashbuckler. The girl thought about it for a moment before her brows furrowed slightly, unsure how to answer his question. “Well, I guess it is the typical reason of wanting to create your own weapon instead of having someone else make it for you. It would be cheaper than having to pay the commission fees for having some craft it for you.” The girl said simply. “I know that very well… I had my sword crafted for me, as my crafting level isn’t high enough to make a level appropriate weapon, so I employed someone to make it for me. That ended up with me paying extra, but it was only fair as it was a service they did for me.” Valerie said, patting the long sword that hung from her hip. “What about yourself? Do you have a reason you chose the Blacksmith subclass?” The girl asked, trying to keep up the conversation. After the many, or what she felt was many, conversations she had, Valerie was always quite awkward while talking and interacting with other people.

As she waited for his answer, the girl kept half her focus on the Sorcerer and the other on the various metals in front of her. A salad fork, normal fork, dessert fork, soup spoon, dessert spoon, teaspoon, butter knife, a steak knife. Two knives, three forks, and three spoons… Forks are a pain to make, and so are spoons… So I guess we can probably start with knives. It shouldn’t be too hard to follow even though he had only made nails before. Valerie thought to herself and took the two pieces of silver from the pile of large metals and began to weigh them in her hands.

When she had received an answer the girl began to get down to business. “So, the simplest of the utensils is probably the butter knife so we’ll start with that.” Valerie said as she placed down the heavier and larger metal back on the table, but set apart from the main three piles. “The butter knife doesn’t have to have a sharp edge… In fact, it would probably be better if it didn’t.” The girl said, correcting herself at the end. “So you will need to make a comfortable-ish handle and a flat blade which would be used to spread butter on bread, but the utensil won’t have to be very big and heavy so the piece of metal can be about a small chuck.” Valerie placed the metal in her hand back into the pile and drew a small piece out of the medium size pile and held it up for the Sorcerer to see. “Something like this would do. But remember that once working with metal, it is easier to cut some parts off that adding it in.” The Swashbuckler placed it onto the table beside the bigger piece of metal. Picking through the metals, the girl began to place more chucks of silver in a row from largest to smallest. The largest would be the steak knife, the one that was the strongest and most sturdy, and the smallest was probably either the teaspoon or butter knife. When she was done, Valerie silently watched the other, smiling softly to herself, remembering what her teacher had told her about the joy of watching others work in a forge.


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[Conchobar]

With the Name situation out of the way, they were able to get down to business with the forge. Admittedly, Conchobar would probably have found it easier to be called 'conner' anyways as it was his real name... but given his history lessons to know Conchobar turned into Conner, he would not have to worry about his real life identity. A small smirk rose to his cheeks with that thought as he listened to her explain about making cutlery. That was, at least, until they both remembered they didn't quite know the melting point of Silver. He figured that this would probably cause problems for the first little while, until they could figure out how it worked... But then again, that was the point, right? Couldn't learn anything new unless you actually tried it.

Conchobar Had his pieces sorted, as he looked down at the bits he had put together to be a knife, and decided to put them back in their appropriate plies, as he watched her stoke the flames. 'right... I did forget that... My professor would be so ashamed of me... or proud that I'm even doing this...' He thought to himself as he considered how they should start. They both had come to the conclusions that the Knives would be the easiest, and then the furnace was likely about as ready as it was going to get. "Well, the flatware won't make itself with us just making plans, hm?" He said as he would take her advice and take one of the smaller chunks of silver and place it over the fire so it would start to heat up.

"I chose a blacksmith as my class for two reasons." He would answer after another moment. "The first was much like what you said, as it would be much less expensive to make my own weapons and armor. The second is because... I'm big on themes. Powerplaying and making the most efficient character out there is boring. I like making themes and sticking to them." He explained as he turned to look at her. "Conchobar was the name of... actually, it was a number of them, but He was a famous Irish king. Way back when, in the time of Magic and Mythology. This entire character was kinda built for that time and era. And back then, Kings weren't figure heads, they were warriors as well. They lead by example, not from a throne. An army was lead by their king, not commanded by him." He said, taking a deep breath. "So, I tried to follow that theme of a King who lead by example, not just having people do things for him. I made a spellsword, since there was so much magic and magical weaponry and stuff. And I wanted to be a blacksmith so I could be the one to forge it." He finished, offering a weak smile and a shrug to end the explanation.

He would turn to check on the metal, and where iron would normally be red hot, the silver was already completely fluid, and boiling. Crap! He shouted, suddenly, not having prepared for it to already be done. "Uhm, apparently Silver melts at a lot lower temperature than Iron, not the other way around... crap, do you have an ingot mold nearby?" he asked, starting to scramble. Despite this, he wasn't quite 'panicking' as he was very clear in thought, he was just also understanding that he was pressed for time as he didn't want to pretty much ruin the silver by overcooking it.


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[Valerie]

“Well, the flatware won’t make itself with us just making plans, hm? The Sorcerer said after Valerie’s words. The Swashbuckler chuckled sheepishly, unsure of how to respond. While she was usually one to not make plans and simply going along with everything, the girl also enjoyed having enough knowledge to be efficient as time seemed to always work against her. Nodding slowly, the girl simply remained quiet until Connor began to talk about why he had chosen Blacksmith as his subclass. He had two reasons, the first was the most common, the reason why Valerie chose it herself, and the second was something she was not too sure about. Something called Powerplaying and themes, but it made little to no sense to Valerie. Powerplaying… Sounds like a gaming term. The girl thought to herself musing quietly before remembering she also had to heat her metals.


She grabbed the piece of metal that would be used for the butter knife and tossed it into the center of the hearth. Valerie stared at it for a moment darting back to her place beside the Sorcerer and continued to listen to his story. Conchobar, the Sorcerer’s name was actually the name of a famous Irish king… quite a while ago. And his current character theme was a king that was also a warrior, which was common at that time, the king being a leader, not a commander. Anyhow, the Sorcerer said he had made a spellsword, and the Swashbuckler’s eyes widened in amazement. A spellsword… sounds impressive. I assume it wouldn’t be made by a simple metal weapon craft. Perhaps there was a special magic reforge. The girl guessed as she silently listened and nodded along with his story.


It was a pretty cool way to come up with characters, going with themes. Valerie had simply based her character on herself, being completely lazy and she had not bothered trying to make some elaborate and cool looking character. When Conner was done his story, the male’s grey eyes wandered toward the furnace and he seemed almost panic as he cried out loud. Valerie stared at him blank faced, and confused until he elaborated on what he was freaking out about. The silver had a lower melting point that iron, the most common metal that was used in a craft. The Sorcerer asked for something called an ingot mold, but it didn’t not register in Valerie’s mind. She stiffened a bit before scrambling to grab a pot that was commonly used to hold liquefied metals. Quickly, the Swashbuckler stuffed it into the pot into Conner’s hands, her brows furrowed in worry. “I hope this is okay. I don’t have an ingot mold.” She said quickly. “Or at least I don’t think so…” The girl said, trailing off awkwardly. Damn, Val. You’re such an awkward turtle. Not to mention dumb as well. How could you not know something a lower leveled Blacksmith would know? The Other voice in her head teased cruelly.


Darting to the other side of Conner, Valerie peeked into the hearth in search for the large piece of metal she had placed in a little while after the Sorcerer did. The large chuck of metal seemed to be doing alright, as it was significantly larger than the small pieces he had used, and was in the heat for less time. Quickly, Valerie plucked a pair of tongs off the wall and picked the glowing metal out of the furnace, and then placed it gently on the anvil. We need to do something about the one anvil… it’s gonna suck trying to have two people craft using one anvil. Guess I have to take it out… Valerie lips pressed together into a thin line, and then she leaned down and under the table, grabbing another anvil, trying to pull it out. She managed to get it out of the table, but her body was already becoming slightly sore and tired from dragging out from under the table. “Can you help me with this, Conner?” The Swashbuckler asked as she straightened her back and looked at him. Bad posture is going to be your ruin. Valerie scolded herself as her back uncomfortably tight in certain places from trying to move the heavy object without thinking about it. Well, at least the problem will go away once you die. Any here, you always come back after you die, so you don’t have to worry about the after effects. The girl’s other voice stated bluntly, which Valerie, like usual, ignored and chose not to respond.



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[Conchobar]

Conchobar looked confused, at first, when she said she didn't know what an ingot mold was, but she handed him a pan that he could use, and decided to try to deal with the silver first. Swiveling around to make sure that he wouldn't spill anything, he emptied all of the liquid silver into the pot, then set it off to the side to cool off. Checking his gloves to make sure everything was alright, he would turn around and smile at her. "An ingot mold is more or less a brick-shaped mold. Ingots are just easy to keep track of, and are typically an exact measurement." He would try to explain, before he would just shrug with a smile. "Not too much of a big deal, in the end. It was just something to put the liquid silver in, and that did the job."

Knowing that he was going to need to be more careful with silver, he would think on how the best way to deal with the problem would be. She had a larger piece that was in there for less time so that meant hers was workable. Looking over at the Pot with the cooling silver, he figured that it would be possible to deal with the silver in the larger quantities. If that was the case, dealing with the ingots would have been easier. But, without a mold, they would just need to focus on the bigger pieces. He would grab one of the larger ones and let it start to heat up as he heard her ask him for assistance. Hm? Oh, OH, yeah, sure, no problem!" He said with a smile as he would move his way over to the swashbuckler to help with the anvil. "I always thought that these things were inefficient... too many resources." He would comment offhandedly, seeming more to be along the lines of talking to himself than talking to her. He would be more than helpful in dragging out the second anvil so that they would both have their own to use. In the end, having two was better than having one, then they weren't trying to take turns. Making sure it was in a convenient position for both of them, he would check on his own piece of silver, seeing it was nice and red, taking it out before it would start to melt.

"So, a butter knife would be easiest then, hm?" He muttered again as he would take a hammer, tapping it a few times to experiment with it, and see how it reacts. "So, uhm... Would it be rude for me to ask you about yourself? You seem like a pretty interesting person." He would ask, wanting to keep the conversation lively. He was using her stuff, so it only made sense that he would at least help keep her entertained, right? Otherwise, he would just kinda be mooching off of her stuff, and silver couldn't be cheap. sure, it was probably cheaper than getting ingots and stuff, but even still, he needed to make himself feel like he was being some kinda useful.

[Valerie]

After Conner took the pot and poured the liquid silver into it from a pan, and then set it to the side to cool. Then, the Sorcerer began to explain what an ingot mold was. When he was done the explanation, the girl wanted to bury herself in embarrassment. Though she hadn’t used one before, Valerie had often seen it lying around her teacher’s forge, as well as the finished produce after using the mold. From what she remembered, the Swashbuckler most likely had a few molds lying around the forge somewhere, all of different shapes and sizes.

Then, after the girl had dug herself out of her self-made pity hole, Valerie had went to attempt pull out the anvil and had asked the Sorcerer for a bit of help. He readily agreed with a smile and they pulled out the anvil to a position near the hearth. Conner began to speak about things being inefficient and trailed off about something with too many resources. The Swashbuckler stared at him, raising a single brow, slightly confused at what he was talking about. She was slightly curious, but if the other had no desire to voice his internal thoughts, than so it shall be. Valerie was never one to pry in the first place.

When the anvil was in a seemingly appropriate place, Conner when over to the hearth and plucked out his piece of silver out and he grabbed a hammer and tapped it lightly as he restated Valerie’s earlier thought. The Swashbuckler nodded as she reached towards her tools on the wall and grabbed a hammer and began to work with the hot metal. She tapped the metal and a controlled rhythm sounded in both her head and in the workshop. In between taps, the girl turned the chuck of metal and angled the hammer so that each hit would lengthen it out into the rough shape of an eating utensil. The Swashbuckler was so focused on her work and had sank into a semi-mind numbing state from the metronome like hits of her hammer, that when the Sorcerer spoke, asking her a question, she had paused from her work and looked up at the other with a dazed expression on her face.

Taking a second to process Conner’s question, the girl raise a brow at his question and a slightly offended expression took over her face, with the exception of her lips which quirked up slightly in a mildly amused grin. She was actually not at all offended from the man calling her interesting which could easily be dubbed as strange, but her expression was just an unrestrained automatic reaction to any comment that could be mildly offensive. To be honest, the girl wasn’t easily offended and was only ticked off when people try to be heroic and save her when there was no need for it. Valerie liked to take care of herself and would often refuse help when it is offered to her. Though she despised having to ask for help, the girl knew her limits and would ask when needed, like how she had asked Conner to help her move the anvil.

“About myself… I’m actually not a very interesting person, but I could tell you the little information about myself.” The girl said softly, her voice unsure and then she paused for a bit as she resumed her hammering and continued talking after a brief moment. “So I’m a Swashbuckler, Blacksmith, and Dancer. Back in the real world, I was studying dance in London as was in my final year of schooling when I found myself stuck here.” Valerie stated, her voice steady but her lips were pulled into a small frown as she recalled her journey to arriving in Elder Tale. “I was originally from Canada. Born and raised there before moving to London for school.” After, the girl paused for a moment, thinking of whether to continue about her life back in the non-game world or move onto Elder Tale. “Well, here I’m in a guild called Apocrypha and like most people, I want to get to level 90.” Valerie said simply, shrugging her shoulders. “Otherwise, I haven’t done anything significant I have done. No crazy monster quests, no dungeon raids, nothing very interesting. What about yourself? You certainly seem to be a very interesting person, Conchobar.” The dancer said, redirecting the question to the other.


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[Conchobar]

A smile came upon Conchobar's face as he worked the metal, one heavy swing after the other. She spoke about being a dancer in real life as well, and not even being from this area. She claimed about wanting to reach level 90 and beyond that, not having done anything specifically interesting. "That's still pretty cool, though, while everyone wants to be level 90, its more of a question of 'why' you want to be level 90. You don't want to hit the number and then just give up, right?" He would ask, just an honest question, before his own question was turned on him, which gave him a smile. He would continue working on his own hunk of silver, doing what he could to get the general shape of a long, think bar of metal. For him, once he got it to the right dimension, he could grind it down to the appropriate size, and add details from there.

"I was a history student. I always loved history and mythologies and stuff. Name just about any mythological group and I could give you details about them. Some more than others, sure, but I still like them all. My favorite, though, was the nordic religions, and those of the Irish people. Most of this character is a reference to them in one way or the other. I was actually slotted to get into college on scholarship because of my studies, but then... Poof. Elder tale. Shortly before my graduation if I recall correctly. With this character, though, I do want to be level 90, but then... I want to rediscover Ireland. I want to find and conquer it, like Conchobar of history." He said with a rather large grin on his face as he continued working on the silver. "I know it probably sounds rather stupid, but that sounds like something that would be a serious achievement. Ya know? If Elder Tales is a one-half exact copy of earth, then it wouldn't be all that hard to even find it. just... getting there, and dealing with the overleveled monsters would be quite the challenge.

Looking down at the silver, it was close enough to start working on grinding it down as he would do one last check through it. In real life, he really wasn't the greatest craftsman out there, and he was pretty sure he was going to screw it up, and have to start all over again. He usually had pretty shaky hands, and had trouble creating the images in his head, but he would need to get over it. Walking back over to the tool bench, he would swipe a grinding tool for manual grinding... Conner wished they were in modern times so that they could just have powered grinders, that would really speed things up, but... that was the point, right? On the anvil, he would offer slow and steady runs across the silver in an attempt to whittle it down to the appropriate shape. the 'blade' would need to come first, and he could work on the handle after that.

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[Valerie]

After answering Conner’s question, the Sorcerer said it was cool and Valerie huffed in response, semi agreeing but at the same time, disagreeing. However the girl remained silent as the man continued talking, bringing up the question of WHY she wanted to become a level 90 player. It was a very good question, one that would require time to think and it was something she had not thought about before. The girl eased back on the hammering and made a mental note to think about an answer for that question. It would be quite an important question for Valerie to think about, and would help her fully realise her drive in this new world. Back in reality, the girl already had her life planned out ahead of her. She was supposed to head back to Canada and get a part time job at her old dance studio while getting her Master’s degree of Fine Arts at a nearby University. After she finishes her degree, Valerie would work full time at the dance studio, teaching and choreographing for students. After a few years of work, she planned to begin her career in Performance Arts, specifically dance. However, now that she was living in the game Elder Tale, Valerie had simply been trying to build up a lifestyle in the new world and never spent time to pause and think about what she wants to do with the time in the game world.

As she redirected the question to Conner, the girl continued to work, tapping the metal into a thick handle and eyed her craft carefully before beginning to hammer out the section for the blade. Since it was a butter knife, Valerie thinned out the neck of the tool before flattening the “blade” of the utensil. Lightly, the girl continued to tap at the blade, making sure not to make it too thin as it was not needed to be sharp to cut anything, but was supposed to spread butter on bread. Not liking the shallow dents that were appearing on the tool, Valerie switched the hammer for a hot chisel and began to smoothen out the utensil, removing all the small dents from the flat blade on both sides. Once it was smooth enough to Valerie’s liking, she turned the instrument on its side and began to flatten the edge so that it would be a blunt knife. Slowing down, the girl recalled how butter knife seemed to bear a blade-like feature that resembled an elongated spade. Changing her movements, the girl began to press slightly harder onto the two inner blunt edges, pushing it outwards to replicate the image in her head. After a few light pushes, the girl flipped the craft carefully onto its correct side and stroked the flat side of the blade, and then alternated between flipping the utensil on its side to its back. Eventually, the craft began to resemble the one in her mind.

And while she worked, the Swashbuckler kept one ear open to the Sorcerer’s past and whatever he wanted to talk about. It turned out that Connor was a history student and seemed to have loved it very much from his confidence in his knowledge about mythology. Taking a wild guess, the male probably had loved it as a child as well. It wasn’t uncommon, as Valerie had taken a brief interest in mythology during her childhood, but had grown away from it as her training intensified. She knew a bit of mythology, but it was only the very commonly known ones which consisted of Greek and Roman mythology, but that was it. Connor was actually interested in Nordic history and mythology. According to the Sorcerer, Conchobar was reference to Nordic history. Valerie nodded almost absentmindedly as she spared a brief glance at the male, trying to draw the connections and found a bit of similarity. The girl was not well versed in Nordic tradition so she simply hummed, acknowledging the connection. The male was supposed to enter college, but like Valerie, Elder Tale happened, and they were now stuck in the game. The girl’s lips quirked up into a sympathetic smile, and she huffed almost annoyingly at the fact that they were stuck in the game but also in amusement how similar their stories were. That was not TOO surprising. I mean, I do suppose the typical age group of people who play RPG games are from high school and university. As people get older, they generally don’t have time to play such games... I wonder how we age in this game… The Swashbuckler thought, her mind wandering slightly before her mentally slapped herself and refocused her attention on the Adventurer beside her.

As for Connor, he had obviously thought about the question he had asked Valerie and also wanted to get to level 90, but his reason was to fulfill his role by discovering and conquering Ireland, as Conchobar had done in history. The Swashbuckler had paused for a moment and then turned to stare at the Sorcerer with wide eyes. “Wow… That’s pretty cool.” Valerie said and continued to stare at the other for a few seconds, her mind blank. And then the girl’s face paled slightly as she realized she was just staring at Connor, without saying anything. Turning away, the girl resumed her work and sighed inwardly. That was rude, Val. Staring at someone you met less than an hour ago… Creeper. The girl’s other voice mocked. Valerie bit her lips and simply ignored the other voice as she dove deeper into her work. At this time, the craft was looking like a replica of the one in her mind, but the girl was not finished. Putting the chisel onto the table, the girl reached and grabbed a smaller one, a chisel with a fine tip. With the new chisel, the Blacksmith pressed lightly into the soft metal and began to draw on the handle of the tool. Twisting her hand and holding the craft without shaking, the girl carved out shallow valleys into the handle. As the plain, smooth handle of the knife began to look more intricate, the design that Valerie was carving became more apparent. It was a swirled design, one that almost resembled the waves in the sea, swirling wildly, rough but beautiful.

Quickly the girl finished carving and lifted her eyes from her work and rested on Connor. “How’s it going?” The Swashbuckler asked softly, feeling a bit bad for leaving the Sorcerer without any instruction on his second or third time crafting. Although a butter knife was a utensil without a blade, it doesn’t mean that it was something easy to make so the girl readied herself for any possible questions. If all went well, both the Sorcerer and the Swashbuckler could be cooling the first set all at once. When she got an answer, Valerie let the almost finished craft sit on her anvil and she trotted over to the basin beside the hearth that was tucked into the corner of the room. The girl turned the tap that sprouted from the wall and water poured into the basin, filling it with icy, cold water. After a few seconds, the tub was half filled and the Swashbuckler turned the tap the other way, shutting off the water. Satisfied, Valerie headed back her work station. “That was for cooling it.” She stated weakly as she realized that he probably knew that, but she simply shrugged inwardly.


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(OOC: I'm sorry for the late reply, i've been quite busy this past week and will continue to be... until July. >.< I hope this was okay)