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Post by Gaatlok Katari on Sept 2, 2018 18:21:08 GMT -5
Gaatlok wasn't exactly happy, though "upset" wouldn't accurately describe his state of mind either. Leaving the tent of the Valo-Kas boss, his latest employer, he had no choice but to sigh and start walking to the destination scrawled on the parchment in his hand. He had only just arrived in town and already he was being put to work. This was good, of course, but there would be a minimum of fighting for him, little guard work or anything of the like. Apparently he had been hired to be a smith rather than a warrior.
The walk to the location was short, just to the edge of the Valo-Kas encampment, right where the camp met with the road leading further into Haven, and all the associated buildings of the burgeoning town. The building that he was sent to... was somewhat lacking. It was quite obviously built by someone who didn't know how carpentry worked, or proper safety measures near a forge. The one thing set up properly was a small fenced-in area with straw dummies and targets for testing weapons and skills.
"I swear, I'll wring the neck of whoever thought it was a good idea to put a thatch roof ten feet above hot coals..." Gaatlok had only just arrived from the long journey, and this was just disappointing. But it would do, and he knew how to fix it up. It would just take more time and resources than he had access to at the moment.
He inspected the forge, removing tools from his sack and laying them across the slightly slanted tables. "One more thing to fix." he shook his head. At least when he got into the storefront there was enough space in the backroom to leave his personal supplies, set up a small bedroll, and look around at the metals and ingots that had been left pretty much everywhere, as well as a few spare swords, a couple of shields, a helmet, a slightly rusted chain shirt, and a small table in the middle of the space. "Not even a... nevermind..." Gaatlok sighed dejectedly, picking up a nearby scrap of wood and an axe.
Chopping up the piece of wood was short work, fashioning it to look vaguely like a head with horns. With some paint he'd found he wrote on the board before hanging it up outside.
Valo-Kas Smithy Dawn to Dusk All Welcome
Somewhat proud of his work, Gaatlok stood back and smiled with his scarred lips. "Maybe once this whole Conclave thing gets going I'll get some business." he hammered a bell onto the door, stepped inside, and lit the forge.
