Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140427163833/@comment-11457306-20140429231343

Vahl stepped out of the shadows behind the Smith and the burly man felt the point of a dagger against his spine. He froze.

"I don't think you gave that girl a very fair deal," said Vahl.

"That wasn't a girl--just a gods damned elf!"

The dagger dug deeper. "I don't care what race she is, smith.  You'll make that sword and return half the fee--or I'll make sure you never swing a hammer again.  Even at half, you're making a tidy profit."

The smith started to protest, then thought better of it. "Alright, alright.  I'll do it."

"A wise decision.  I'll just wait across the road there at the tavern, to make sure you keep your word."

Vahl walked over and sat on a bench in front of the tavern to wait. The smithy continued his work, angry, but afraid of the intimidating stranger.