An Old Blacksmith

[Var Bloodvain]

Across from the WayWard Inn is an old abandoned blacksmith. An Ex-mercenary known as Vulo, who was crippled in the fighting at Elleon, has taken up the shop as his own, and reopened it. Here you may buy weapons and armor.  

[Moz the Kid]

Moz walked into the blacksmiths shop looking for the blacksmith himself, for a samurai like himself he would need to be good friends with a blacksmith to keep his blade sharp and prices low, also if ever needed Moz might need extra protection. "Hello?" Moz said a bit more friendly than his usual personality.
Moz walked towards into the middle of the shop and stood completely still, listening to every sound for foot steps or a voice.

 

[Var Bloodvain]

Vulo, the blacksmith, came limping in from a back room. "Hello to you too." He said as he drug his dead foot accross the ground. "Aren't you late for a meeting or something?" He said, gesturing towards the a door off to the left. "They seem to want to get things going, and it looks like you may be part of that group. But if you want something made, leave the orders here, and I'll try to have them made by next week. Sadly, I'm all out of stock right now. All these homeless people seem to have bought me right out."

Vulo was not an old man. He looked around twenty by the shape of his body, but his face told a different story. His eyes said he was experienced, sharp, and not to be fooled around with. His mouth said he knew enough to keep it shut, to watch what he said and to who. And his worn skin said that he had seen his fair share of rough days.  

[Moz the Kid]

Moz had completley forgot about the meeting, he looked at his blade and unsheathed it trying not to scare the man. Moz decided it was sharp enough untill he met a either the same or a new blacksmith, "Sorry friend but it seems today i can only say hi, but be expecting me again, for this is the first visit apon many i hope."