Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-2165692-20190304122558

(Eh, he's making more weapons so it's fine.)

While Tiskr and Reeth remained at the Tavern, Hefndir decided to take a walk through the town, although he decided to stay clear of most of the celebration, he eventually came upon a Smith by the entrance, creating weapons in a peculiar purple glowing forge and an equally strange anvil, however the metal he was using was normal although top quality as he inspected every ingot closely before putting it to use. He didn't even seem to notice Hefndir's presence before he could hear the boots trudge into the snow behind him.

The Smith didn't turn "You've come at last." he said then he glanced at Hefndir "Welcome Dragonslayer, the first of many to arrive." he grinned as he put his goggles on hammering on an ingot that was unknown to Hefndir.

Hefndir walked around the forge till he stood at the opposite side of the smith "You expected me to find you here? Who are you?" hefndir asked, resting his hand on his ancient nordic weapons. He took notice that there weren't many people nearby has most was either still partying deeper into the city or had gone to sleep.

"Did you think I came here by coincidence, I am here because I knew that great warriors would arise to destroy the dragon. When there is a bounty, there is always takers, whether it's for fame, glory or fortune. Name's Relan Völundr, some know me as Völundr the smith." he placed the blade into a through filled with water and took off his googles to look at Hefndir "What in Oblivion is that?" he said looking at the axe and sword Hefndir was carrying "Are you so poor and miserable that you can't afford true weaponry, or are you so bad at maintenance of your weapons that they look like they came fresh from a Draugr?" Relan bursted out.

"They did come straight from a Draugr." Hefndir replied, "Because my original weapons broke." he said,

Relan went straight over to his weapon rack and took the elven blade Bittnahjold "This, THIS is a blade that would suit you well, Bittnahjold. I know that most Atmorans would never wield an elven sword. But there's no excuse..." He drew it from it's scabbard and it slashed through the air as a screeching sound emitted from it, "...to pass up the opportunity to take up one of the seven treasure of Völundr. What do you say, Dragonslayer? It might be pricey for you, but there is no greater sword in Skyrim, nay in all of Tamriel."

Hefndir looked at the elven sword, it was a shortsword, it had several carvings along the midsection, it was far more beautiful than any sword from skyrim, slightly curved with a wooden hilt, along the base, hilt and pommel where golden adornemts, the worked together to showcase the smith's name, carved in near the blade's base. He stared before shaking his head lihtly "Can you prove that it's as great as you say it is?" he asked

Relan was shocked that someone would doubt his skills as a smith "See for yourself." he said and handed the blade to Hefndir

Hefndir gave it a few swings, it was somewhat heavier than his original sword and his current sword but it's handle felt right as if the blade had been fitted for his hand. He grinned "You may be the greatest smith I've met, Völundr. How much does the blade cost?" he asked

Relan looked proud of himself "The price is negotiable, how much do you have?" he asked

Hefndir handed the blade back to Völundr "I got about 1300 for the Dragon Bounty, with the money I brought for travelling expenses I believe I have about 2000 eyrir."

Relan looked at him. "You do realize what kind of blade this is... You're gonna need a bit more than that." he looked at the ancient sword, Relan hadn't been to an ancient tomb but such a blade may prove useful to research ancient nordic art "Tell you what, hand over your weapons and special for just you. I'll sell Bittnahjold for just 2000 eyrir.

Hefndir looked at him, "2000 for a sword? That's many times the price the local blacksmith would want!"

Relan returned the look, "The local blacksmith is a child with a hammer, I'm not the local blacksmith..." he replied calmly.

they talked for a while until Hefndir eventually gave in and handed over his money and his weapons in return for Bittnahjold, but Relan told him to wait a little bit, he was inspecting the sword and axe, he then proceeded to perform some light maintencance on the axe. and handed it back to Hefndir "I'll keep the sword so I can study the ancient style, but I have no use for the axe. Take it." he said and Hefndir took the axe, he then headed back to the Tavern with Bittnahjold and the repaired Nordic axe on his hip.