Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140430020817/@comment-5735114-20140430203335

Gilnea reached the blacksmith much faster this time, now that she knew the way. He turned to see who had arrived, and saw the small Bosmer girl who'd caused him so much trouble. He wasn't sure whether to feel anger, or fear of her 'friends'. He subconsciously decided fear.

"Oh, hello...", said the smith, his voice much less booming and intimidating than last time. Still, he had his size and massive beard.

"I-is my sword r-ready yet...?"

"It's still cooling; it should be done soon..."

"O-oh... alright..."

Gilnea hesitantly left, now not sure where to go as she felt she had done everything she needed. Looking towards the setting sun, Gilnea found that it was the time of day for her, where it was not quite time to sleep, but she'd accomplished everything for the day. Generally, the bandits would have filled the time in their ways, but now she had nothing to do. Sighing, she began to wander the town.