"I've a spare blade, lad, if you have need of it." Even while the Roegadyn spoke, she began to unfasten the buckle on her belt, raising the scabbard of the blade towards the stranger. The weapon it held was a fine one, possibly too dangerous for sparring and crafted light for her hand. She'd been considering dual-bladed practice so both blades she bore were light, one-handed pieces-- but her interest rested more deeply in learning how to handle her thrown weapons.
Posted by Teveriel - Yesterday 11:27 PM
Looking at the bundle of cloth, wood and the dull blade in his hands, Farridor gave a thoughtful gaze to the mess, listening to Ken's words. "Nah, Ah've heard stories of the Garleens and their gunblades an such", he shook his head, looking up to the Miqo'te, "I don' think tha's me, to be frank. No honor, yeh? Ahn, Ahm not so sure of lettin' my enemies so close if they out-arm me..."
Considering most had already arrived and a few were sitting down, Farridor heard the footsteps of the Roegadyn approaching when all should have been still. Turning, however caused the Hyur's face to turn as red as the dye he clumsily attempted to use for his leather armor. When she spoke, and offered her blade to him, his face flushed further, anymore so and he'd have a nosebleed.
"Ah...Ahh...", he stammered, taken aback but quickly try to rectify this by lowering his voice some, and puffing his chest out, "Ahm greatful, Lady Knight, ahn Ahm honored to use such ah beautiful, well-made blade!"
Taking the sheathed blade, he poured over the details quite excruciatingly, even on the scabbard itself. He could tell the quality was much better in every facet than his father's shop could come close to replicating, though in Gridania only the commoners placed orders with their shop. The bigger and more militaristic orders went to the Blacksmithing guild directly.
Posted by Teveriel - Yesterday 11:27 PM
Looking at the bundle of cloth, wood and the dull blade in his hands, Farridor gave a thoughtful gaze to the mess, listening to Ken's words. "Nah, Ah've heard stories of the Garleens and their gunblades an such", he shook his head, looking up to the Miqo'te, "I don' think tha's me, to be frank. No honor, yeh? Ahn, Ahm not so sure of lettin' my enemies so close if they out-arm me..."
Considering most had already arrived and a few were sitting down, Farridor heard the footsteps of the Roegadyn approaching when all should have been still. Turning, however caused the Hyur's face to turn as red as the dye he clumsily attempted to use for his leather armor. When she spoke, and offered her blade to him, his face flushed further, anymore so and he'd have a nosebleed.
"Ah...Ahh...", he stammered, taken aback but quickly try to rectify this by lowering his voice some, and puffing his chest out, "Ahm greatful, Lady Knight, ahn Ahm honored to use such ah beautiful, well-made blade!"
Taking the sheathed blade, he poured over the details quite excruciatingly, even on the scabbard itself. He could tell the quality was much better in every facet than his father's shop could come close to replicating, though in Gridania only the commoners placed orders with their shop. The bigger and more militaristic orders went to the Blacksmithing guild directly.
