Osvald listened silently. The brown-haired woman let out a breath of relief.
As V'aleera described the problem she faced, Osvald narrowed his eyes a bit and glanced away. It was an odd request: why this forge, when she could have requisitioned access to one in an official capacity. Perhaps it was the... yes...
"A foreign smith," he stated flatly.Â
He took in a breath, and glanced back toward the closed door that lead to the attached house, where Master Dunois recuperated. It was the sort of decision that he should defer to the Master.
He looked back down to V'aleera, not moving an ilm.
"Building materials. Steel. Iron rod, at least. Half tonze. Three thousand board-fulm of lumber. And mortar-clay."
He lifted his right hand, drawing fingers along his jaw. "Your smith shall not interrupt our business. And shall work only under supervision. He will assist in our efforts to rebuild. On a one-to-one basis."
"Satisfactory?" he asked, with the slightest tilt of his head.
As V'aleera described the problem she faced, Osvald narrowed his eyes a bit and glanced away. It was an odd request: why this forge, when she could have requisitioned access to one in an official capacity. Perhaps it was the... yes...
"A foreign smith," he stated flatly.Â
He took in a breath, and glanced back toward the closed door that lead to the attached house, where Master Dunois recuperated. It was the sort of decision that he should defer to the Master.
He looked back down to V'aleera, not moving an ilm.
"Building materials. Steel. Iron rod, at least. Half tonze. Three thousand board-fulm of lumber. And mortar-clay."
He lifted his right hand, drawing fingers along his jaw. "Your smith shall not interrupt our business. And shall work only under supervision. He will assist in our efforts to rebuild. On a one-to-one basis."
"Satisfactory?" he asked, with the slightest tilt of his head.
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