Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190304190730

In the few days since being found by Reyl, Tannr had grown quite close to her. The cub followed her when she went to town with Jof.

Jofrodr led them to the town blacksmith, Alla Luðinnsdóttir.

"Alla, hail. How goes business?" Jofrodr made smalltalk when he entered the shop.

Alla was a well built Atmoran woman in her late 30s, her muscles well defined from working as a smith. "Jofrodr, Reyl, hail. Business is always slow when the Companions are all gone from town, but it will boom when they return. Things have been worse since that other smith came to town though."

"Other smith?" Jof asked.

"Aye, an arrogant smith from Drakefell. He spent the last two days doing nothing but criticizing my work. Even after I lent him my forge he insulted my father's honor." Alla spat.

Jofrodr made note of that. ''Alla's work isn't bad. She is good at her craft. Nothing amazing, but better than most smiths I've known. If this Drakefell smith was criticizing her work he must be very good.''

"I saw you two with the thane yesterday. Heroes is what everyone is calling you. I must thank you you for killing that dragon. I hadn't put much belief into those rumors, but I'm still glad that you killed the beast." Alla said.