Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140305014006/@comment-12599067-20140311001909

If Fenris saw M'Nara following him, he didn't show it. He made his way to the nearest smithy, which was a small, shoddy-looking shop that hardly looked like the residence of a decent blacksmith. Still, it was the only smithy he had seen in town, and so he hesitantly stepped over to the forge where the owner was currently hammering a sword into shape.

"Eh? Who're you? Gonna buy something, or just stand there?" the blacksmith asked, arching an eyebrow at the huge Nord before him.

"Just here for repairs," Fenris answered gruffly, setting his mace on the counter and removing one of his gauntlets. He then sat down on a nearby bench and tossed his other gauntlet to the blacksmith before taking off his boots. The blacksmith caught the other gauntlet and took his boots, arching an eyebrow at Fenris in a suspicious manner. His armor was dented in many places from the fall and slightly rusted, and sand had found its way under the metal plates of his armor. In the blacksmith's eyes, he looked more like a wandering highwayman than an honest adventurer.

Still, he was getting paid, and so he saw no reason to question the Nord any further. Instead, he accepted Fenris' cuirass and greaves (don't worry, he's wearing a belted undertunic and trousers) and set to work, walking over to the workbench and pounding out the dents in Fenris' reinforced steel cuirass.