ᯓ the c in seagull stands for cold!
expedition: holy war — week 1: silesse
"Oh, never a problem!" Because really, Henry doesn't care! He laughs as he swipes a taste of the ale that landed on his palm, only to crunch up his face in a mixture of intrigue and disgust. Was it really that... bitter? Aw, whatever. He blinks and continues following alongside Elincia, Sea-gal now returned to his hold. "And that's a good plan, nya ha! I loooooove a good classic break-in."
He pauses as a villager shoots a glance at the two of them. "A borrowing, I mean! Yeah, I'd love to borrow that big ol' fire. Super, super plan!"
This is how they find themselves outside of the smith — every pathway leading to it looks somehow covered in soot and age, and Henry really doesn't know if this is a safe building to be using with how the beams look so worn-down. But safe doesn't really matter, does it? All that matters right now is the door standing between them and the furnace, and that door is very — Henry jiggles the handle — locked.
...So he does what he does best, and casts. A small hole is made in the door, small enough for them to fit so long as they crouch, so Henry cheers and starts to creep in. The inside doesn't look much better, but again: does it really matter?
"Sooooo," he laughs, letting Sea-gal free in the house, "what do you need? I've never made anything, so I'd only be good at starting the fires and all — ooooh, fire!"
"We'd need metal ingots to melt down but..." Elincia trails off as she searches the shelves and cupboards only to remain empty handed. "There's almost nothing here, just two copper bars and some string. Far too soft to make a sturdy blade alone."
Not one to give up easily, Elincia continues searching. The forge may be empty but perhaps Snorri was hiding his best materials in his living quarters. Making a bold and honestly, rather reckless decision, she heads into his home to continue her search, resolving not to linger upon his personal belongings. This resolution crumbles when she sees the state of his kitchen; she considers it a personal flavour to do the dishes and clean up. Alas, there's still nothing useful for bladesmithing here.
"It seems our local blacksmith has been out of work for a while, Henry." Elincia announces dejectedly, shoulder slumped as she returns to the workshop. Face to face with failure after coming so far was utterly disheartening. "I'm sorry, this turned out to be a wild goose--"
A flash of light, gleaming off a golden hilt catches her attention. Maybe their adventure wasn't quite so pointless after all.
"Oh, I think there's a dagger here? Wouldn't that be the perfect size for Sea-gal?" Taking it from the shelf, she holds it out for Sea-gal to take in her regal beak. A perfect fit. As for payment? Well, she did clean up for the lazy lout of a blacksmith and the customer service was terrible. Yet leaving without paying still felt wrong, so Elincia retrieved a couple of coins from her bag and placed them upon the counter. "I think we've found the one, Henry! Now, we should probably make our exit before Snorri returns and tries to negotiate and extortionate price from us."
-fin.
