Inrik was hard at work that morning, his hammer pounding and shifting metal. His furnace bellowed smoke as it heated the next item to shape. His muscles shifting in noticeable strain; a feeling he had grown addicted to. His face was hard with concentration as the clang of his hammer and anvil echoed through the streets. He had banged the piece of iron to the shape he wanted before the glow of hot metal started to fade. He dropped it carefully in the barrel of water at his side, it spit and sizzled steam as it lowered in. He paused a moment slightly panting from the heat. He stepped away to drink from a leather water.
Now that the sounds of his work subsided that’s when he heard a noise. He knew it was close and found himself drawn to it with a strange curiosity when his normal reaction would be one of passive ignorance. The heat must be getting to me today He whispered to himself to justify the feeling. Still he followed the sound he had yet to name. He drew his gold and silver hilted dagger as a natural reaction to someone of something suspicious. He didn’t seek for long because at the side of a collapsed house not far from his workstation was the source of the odd noise.
WC: 430+
What Inrik had heard was the rummaging of a young one. He tilted his head curiously to the side a reaction that felt completely foreign to him so he straightened again. He had sniffed the air and though he saw a young female he scented a male. He went with his senses and would figure this was a male who noisily searched for something. He noticed then a small guard, again the similar reaction he had happened again. Inrik chuckled deeply as sheathed his dagger.
Greetings little one. What is that you seek? A smile had spread across the dark male’s face as he crossed his broad arms across his chest. A smile that actually looked like a smile, often his smiles were snarl like and almost scary. But this amusement built in him as he further inspected the male. From that point on Inrik knew he would be putty in this little guy’s hands. And that was just from making him chuckle.
I’m sure what ever it is you seek you can find on my wagon. Come. Inrik then turned and started to head back to his shop. Inrik’s large shire had been awaiting him around the corner as though curious himself. Inrik had patted Brute and pointed back to the stable which was the garage of the old house he inhabited. The shadowy male much enjoyed his new set-up, he liked the area but found he still had not received very many customers for such a highly populated area. His mind was still whirring with the possibility of staying here for good. He glanced back his eyes more orange than brown at that moment hoping to see the youth following.
When he had reached his wagon of wares ranging from junk metal, finished pieces of jewelry, weapons and even cookware, to meaningless trinkets. They were almost like souvenirs he had collected from either the females who adored him or the males who respected him. He pulled back the heavy stitched hide to bring light to his large flatbed wagon. The large male motioned to the side where Inrik had installed a stepping board along the bottom edge of the wagon. It was for those who were too short to overlook the edge of his wares cart. Hopefully what you seek might be in there, but I just ask that you only point to things you want to see and I will grab them for you. My name is Inrik Stone if you were wondering. What might be you’re name little one? He crossed his arms over his broad chest as he watched the young one.
Inrik chuckled lightly as the boy showed what he had wanted. He knew perfectly well as to what they were and where to find them in his wagon. He had a chest full of clothing items that females had ‘forgotten’ in his midst. He was curious as to why the boy preferred this attire as there would be more suitable items even he could stitch for the boy. Even though he wasn’t born a female into his family his sisters would constantly practice with him as a model for their creations. He never much liked the task but their mutterings of their lessons had stuck with him. He had made his dark travelling cloak, it was the only thing he wore because he much rather preferred his comfort to style. He glanced at the cloak that hung off one of the posts of the wagon and smiled discreetly, his pride in many of his creations was what kept him working.
He was about to round to the opposite side of the wagon where the chest lay when the boy began pointing. Inrik nodded and reached for the necklace. This was given to me by a lady, she said she had found it in a city where there were many like it. She said these stones were her favorite color. He pointed to the pink gems in the middle of a cluster of diamonds that had surrounded the entire necklace up until the clasp. It can be worn around the neck. He handed it to the youth to inspect. He then reached for one of the copper pots he had created. This one I made, it is used to cook with. He set it on the edge of the wagon near Bastion.
He inspected the male for a moment. He wondered what someone as small as he was doing out on his own. He seemed unarmed, he wondered if he was just a gutsy little fellow. He rounded the wagon to the chest while the boy looked over the items. He heaved the chest over the edge and carried it. He dropped it on the grass and unclasped the latch. He opened it. Feel free to search through that, you will more than likely find what you seek. He went to where his anvil was set up just five feet from the chest. Some of his creations were set out on a spread deer hide for customers to see clearly. He stood and looked over the items glancing back Bastion while he rummaged through the chest. He found himself smiling again; it had probably been a record for himself when it came to being amused.
Sorry this took so long. If you want anything changed about the dagger let me know and I'll edit. WC: 200+
Inrik smiled lightly as the youth approached behind him, he found Bastion as an odd relief from his usual indifference. He had wondered if one day his own pups would brighten him as much as this lad had. As he had looked over his wares, he made a slight nod and reached down onto the open hide of completed items. He picked up a small shiny dagger encrusted with a dark green jewel at the butt end of the silver hilt engraved with small flowers on a vine. He held the dagger in his hand and figured the weight was good and light. He turned to look at the curious wolf putting the dagger across his palms so it didn’t look like he was going to stick the lad with it.
I have a feeling this would be perfect for you. He allowed a genuine smile to release. He had knelt down to the small wolf’s height waiting for him to take the dagger if he wanted it. As he came closer he nodded as response of his choice, the dagger was also a perfect length and the hilt was most likely a fit to a small hand. He rarely gave wares for free but this little one he had felt deserved a little extra fun. Take it, its yours now.
