Artron the silversmith is used to requests for cups and serving utensils. He does not bat an eye at inlaying silver to accentuate pieces of armor and swords. When the choice is given he would rather do a casting of a spoon over the fine work of jewellery chains or setting gems. Today’s request has caught him off guard. He is uncertain as to why the young man before him wants arrowheads made of silver. They would be far superior made of iron and at a cheaper price. Artron even was willing to give recommendations, but the young black haired lad insisted they had to be made of silver. Asked if he planned on hunting some beast outside the city barriers, the patron smiled and said not this time. Artron tried and poked at his customer’s business but not a clue was given to him. Artron took the coin and gave him a time to come back for his order at.
The next person in the shop was Sir Corvus, “A very odd boy there,” he spoke.
“Indeed, he was in once before, wanted some ruins written in a dagger. He pays well, but gods know what he does. You are here for your gauntlet I take it?” Artron went to a corner of the room and looked through some shelves before coming back with a left glove. “As requested, the black outlined silver dragon here on the wrist and the gold flames up the back of the hand and down the fingers.”
Corvus picked up the gauntlet and tried it on, tightening various straps to improve the fit. “Artron you have outdone yourself. This will look perfect at the games next week. They are expecting more competitors this time. I am hoping not to be disappointed.”
“Sir, I think you will not be pleased till you met your fate on the fields of valor. Not that I mean ill for you, sir.”
“Relax Artron, no offense taken. I do love a good brawl, but I cannot harm someone that has your skill. Who else could I trust to do this level of detailing?”
“Pardon,” a young voice spoke up behind Sir Corvus. “My name is Kaisu, I am here to pick up a cup made for Lyph. I am sorry to break up your conversation but she has me on a tight schedule for her today.”
Corvus looked over at Kaisu, he wondered of this was the lady that had snubbed Ertle. He had said it was a young lady in the employ of Lyph.
“I have the remainder of the payment right here,” she said handing over small bag to Artron.
“Oh yes, it is ready, give me a moment young lady. Sir Corvus, just a moment and I will be back with you, sir.”
Kaisu gave a slight curtsy to Corvus. “Sorry my lord, forgive me for not recognizing your lordship.”
“Not an issue young lady,” Corvus reached down and kissed her hand. “I have time to spare, yet you seem very busy. Perhaps you could come by if Lyph does not keep you too busy. I may have easier tasks for you to do.”