Fierach
James nodded at "Mr. Eredas".
"Thank you," he replied, taking an open chair nearby, and placing the package of materials on a free table, "I'd be content to take some of that boredom off your hands for myself then" the slayer added lightly. No doubt he'd been busy in some fashion or the other, although he'd leave that up to the smith's imagination.
"Have you been well since my last visit?" he inquired politely. It seemed like there was always something going on in Sigil. Just like everywhere else in Gaia.
James would need to watch his step, for as soon as he tried to sit down on the presumed chair, he would find himself falling on his rear upon the tatami mat floor. In spite of the fact that Sigil was full of so many different cultures, Hidemitsu was a man of aesthetics, and as such there were no chairs in his living quarters. Tatami mat floors didn't lend themselves to chairs very well.
Of course, James was most likely quick enough to stop himself before that happened. Hidemitsu pat the seating pillow opposite himself so that he'd know where to sit. As soon as he placed the materials before him, the blacksmith was already upon them like a child on Christmas day. He immediately opened up the parcel so that he could inspect all of the fine wares his client was providing him with.
"Heh, more or less. More or less," he said, repeating himself slower the second time around. He didn't look up from the box of materials while he spoke, almost as if he wasn't paying attention to James at all, in spite of the contrary. "There's always something going on out there in the city, but I try to keep my nose clean. Plenty of bad folks out there, the kind that I wouldn't want catching wind of my presence here in Sigil. I'm kindof picky about the commissions I take, and who I take them from."
Hidemitsu spent a particularly long amount of time inspecting the powdered red crystal. He knew dwarven steel when he saw it, and James had been enough of a dear to provide him with already made charcoal rather than wood to be used for charcoal. Hidemitsu liked the level of control involved with turning wood into charcoal for himself, but he could tell by the look of what James provided that it was pretty high quality stuff. But it was the powdered red crystal that had him quirking his brow.
"What's this?" he asked, pinching some of it between his fingers.