Post by archenstone on Sept 17, 2011 19:40:26 GMT -5
The sun felt warm on his back as he rubbed a cloth gently along the length of steel.Its shining length was a testament of dedication and love of a craft. The guard was curved in a slight arch, as was newly popular to the Holders and glimmered with a bronze after tone. The handle was carefully made of a materiel lightly colored bronze. Mechanically speaking it is an excellent blade. "10 Marks." The man across from him remarked as he held the blade. "It is a quality blade, Sir," He said in response, "The materials are the highest quality around as well."
The man laughed and held out 10 marks. "Very good it is Alcherion but its still Journeyman made. Here is the ten as it fits your rank. I look forward to seeing you walk the tables." Alcherion accepted the marks as graciously as possible and sheathed the blade in its custom leather sheath. As the man left he squeezed the marks tightly, unhappy with the bargain. With a sigh he began to walk towards the Dining Hall. It would soon be time for dinner.
The man laughed and held out 10 marks. "Very good it is Alcherion but its still Journeyman made. Here is the ten as it fits your rank. I look forward to seeing you walk the tables." Alcherion accepted the marks as graciously as possible and sheathed the blade in its custom leather sheath. As the man left he squeezed the marks tightly, unhappy with the bargain. With a sigh he began to walk towards the Dining Hall. It would soon be time for dinner.