((OOC Note: This new thread is mainly now for stuff dealing with the home and/or group of people))
Grunting and huffing could be heard from the downstairs area. The loud clank of things being moved and shoved about rang out as a lone miqo'te re-arranged the basement. The place was getting crowded and Kage had plans.
Plans to perhaps be of some use to the company of people he loved living inside his home. Plans to make his former family rue the day they decried his... well quite abysmal goldsmithing. He'd been in Limsa for a bit, striking metals in a hot forge. Well, it was time to cut down on the costs of needing to pay the guards every time he needed to teleport to an aetheryte or shard. Kage had been able to acquire a smithing bench and that meant that things had to be moved around.
Lest Iron be smelling of smoke and metals or the pub burned down.
"ARRGHH!" Kage yelled out his exhaustion as he finally moved the bench into place. He'd taken care to not misplace any of Iron's things, moving the dining table and chairs away from the heat. The miqo'te wrote a brisk note, not remembering if the roegadyn had said whether or not he could read. It mattered not, if he heard a yell he'd answer.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, Kage trudged up the stairs so he could get his smithing attire and tools from his pack. He'd start to leave it in the basement once he really started.
Grunting and huffing could be heard from the downstairs area. The loud clank of things being moved and shoved about rang out as a lone miqo'te re-arranged the basement. The place was getting crowded and Kage had plans.
Plans to perhaps be of some use to the company of people he loved living inside his home. Plans to make his former family rue the day they decried his... well quite abysmal goldsmithing. He'd been in Limsa for a bit, striking metals in a hot forge. Well, it was time to cut down on the costs of needing to pay the guards every time he needed to teleport to an aetheryte or shard. Kage had been able to acquire a smithing bench and that meant that things had to be moved around.
Lest Iron be smelling of smoke and metals or the pub burned down.
"ARRGHH!" Kage yelled out his exhaustion as he finally moved the bench into place. He'd taken care to not misplace any of Iron's things, moving the dining table and chairs away from the heat. The miqo'te wrote a brisk note, not remembering if the roegadyn had said whether or not he could read. It mattered not, if he heard a yell he'd answer.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, Kage trudged up the stairs so he could get his smithing attire and tools from his pack. He'd start to leave it in the basement once he really started.
