The Sound of Love

[Gratus Stormbearer]

The sound of love. That is all the highland could use to come close to the sound of his hammer ringing back on steel. To him, it was love. Pure, simple and true. Other men toiled at a hard days work, and went for a pint afterwards to relax. Some went home to a wife or lover. He went to his hammer, which meant being a blacksmith was doubly lucky for him!

 

There was no confusion or chaos in the sound of steel. No drama, no strife. If he hit the metal just right, it was only music. And if he hit it wrong? Well, harmony was only a second strike away, and what had been broken was easily fixed. It was so much different from his old life, a life where his mistakes could, and in truth, had, cost lives.

 

All that faded away now, with another strike of his hammer against the white-hot metal, memories of the past would fade away on the dim ring. He was putting it off of course. Today was the day. His days of working on contracts for the Merchants were slowing down, and he needed a new source of funds if he wanted to keep the fire lit.

 

Today was the day he opened his shop to the world. Still, as a recluse, dealing with people was rather foreign these days, and he seized on any excuse to put it off. A shoe for a stable. A pot for a chef. Even a sword for a young adventurer. Whatever would give him a few more moments of the sound of love without the hustle and hassle of people.

 

Time, and creditors, wait for no man, however. Soon enough he could not continue to put it off, and so with great reluctance, he finally opened the front doors and hung the sign.

 

"Truestrike Smithy now open for business. 11xy8 Steps of Nald, Uldah. A portion of all sales go to victims of Dalamud."

 

 

OOC

 

In my efforts to find a FC and roleplay connections for Gratus, i've decided to walk a new path and open an IC smithy right on the streets of Nald! You can find me at 11x y8 any time you see Gratus Stormbearer on. Come by for IC repairs, fittings, measurements or new suits. Stop by just to chat or stay for hours. Would love to have this spot become well known as an IC establishment.