Able to suppress her curious grin for a moment to assert a solemn look at the mention of the injured forgemaster the miqo'te nods in reply, "Yes, this young woman told me such just a moment ago. I am sorry for your master's misfortune and wish him haste in his recovery." Taking a step closer to the man who towered well above her, V'aleera craned her neck up in a manner as dignified as the humble act itself could hope to be. "However, I believe that you may be able to assist me just as well. You see, what I require is not quite the mastery of the good blacksmith, but rather access to a proper facility for a foreign smith in my service."
The well-dressed knight began to slowly pace, her head nodding in short habitual bobs, "The story is a long one, but I shall endeavor to keep it to the fundamentals: in the course of my duties I have come into possession of an exquisite weapon of foreign make. So fine was this masterpiece that even in a state that suggests it should have broken into scrap ten times over, it remains marginally battle ready." She raises a finger, "I have come into an accord with a skilled smith of that foreign land itself who has offered to undertake repairs of the weapon, but who requires a facility in which to work." Turning once more toward Osvald, V'aleera places a hand upon her chest and bows a respectful half-bow toward the highlander, "I humbly request the use of this smithy, and am prepared to offer recompense in proportion to the trouble the presence of my project may cause."
Peering up into the blue eyes of Osvald with her own mismatched pair of gold and silver, the dragoon awaits the man's response. Before broaching the second matter of discussion which sat impatiently upon her stilled tongue.
The well-dressed knight began to slowly pace, her head nodding in short habitual bobs, "The story is a long one, but I shall endeavor to keep it to the fundamentals: in the course of my duties I have come into possession of an exquisite weapon of foreign make. So fine was this masterpiece that even in a state that suggests it should have broken into scrap ten times over, it remains marginally battle ready." She raises a finger, "I have come into an accord with a skilled smith of that foreign land itself who has offered to undertake repairs of the weapon, but who requires a facility in which to work." Turning once more toward Osvald, V'aleera places a hand upon her chest and bows a respectful half-bow toward the highlander, "I humbly request the use of this smithy, and am prepared to offer recompense in proportion to the trouble the presence of my project may cause."
Peering up into the blue eyes of Osvald with her own mismatched pair of gold and silver, the dragoon awaits the man's response. Before broaching the second matter of discussion which sat impatiently upon her stilled tongue.
V'aleera's Wiki - https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages...eera_Lhuil
V'aleera's Tumblr - valeeralhuil.tumblr.com
V'aleera's Tumblr - valeeralhuil.tumblr.com
