02: Who says you can't appropriate a forge?

[whyfearthedark]

If there's one thing that can be said for Nuada, it is that he does not suffer idleness. Since his arrival he has gathered information from Long, traded for tools with Glitch, found a friend in an upside-down skull monstrosity under the delusion it's a canine companion, proposed a bargain with a werewolf - and generally made quite a nuisance of himself.

He has a standing arrangement with the barriers surrounding the city, for instance, and he knows for certain there are two residents here who would like nothing more than for him to make an untoward move. Or, well, one of them; the would-be knight, the tarnished champion of the 'peaceful' residents. The other one, the woman, he's not so sure would raise a hand unless it served her own agenda.

If she sets her filthy paws on his crown, he'll rip her voicebox right out. That goes for anyone, human or simply a fool.

But, all that aside, as mentioned, idleness sits very poorly with him. Having ventured into the Northern district, it seemed to him a natural progression to see about weapons. The Extra patron wasn't too happy about relinquishing his forge, but Nuada can be very persuasive.

And so, one elven prince can be found in the Medieval village's forge, day or night, fashioning himself a pair of blades. Bare from the waist up and perfectly covered in soot and grime, handling the metal and the heat as if he's done so a thousand times before. Perhaps so. But a more relevant question is this:

Do you dare approach?

Comments

[genequeen]

Madelyne laughs, a sound that veers toward bitter but doesn't quite reach it, "I do not use evil lightly at all nor to I suggest that I know any such thing as 'good' or one true way."

A brief pause before she adds, "He espoused himself to be such, as is the way of this ridiculous place. While I like to think of myself as good, I'm not a crusader."

[whyfearthedark]

Behind the witch, Nuada's dark lip curls in a sneer. Laughter. It's always laughter, isn't it, at the expense of someone or something.

"Did he, now. I bid you a good day, madame. May you have your fill of ridicule ere the day is done."

He comes full circle, gives the witch a nod of his chin, and returns to the business at hand.

[genequeen]

The laughter was mostly directed at herself, though it might not be obvious to anyone else. "Ridicule?" she asks, curiously, "There was none intended except perhaps at my own expense. I am not a champion of light and justice."

She shakes her head, "I wish you and your project well." If he's decided what he'll think of her, she's not too bothered. There has been much worse thought of her and rightfully so.