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Characters:Hawk and anyone who wants to ~~annoy him~~ get weapons/armor/coffee
Open? Yep
Where:The Smithy
When: 5th of Rebirth's Height
Warnings: Crankypants, most likely cursing.

It'd been four days since Hawk and his makeshift family had shown up in Schwanheim. The first had been spent gathering information and procuring a reliable source of coffee (because like hell he was going to put up with this fairy tale bullshit with out it.) The second had been spent procuring him and Faolan, (and by extension his drunken mother and Aralu) a place of their own (because like hell he was going to stay in that castle. The Amontillado had been one thing, a castle in name more than anything else, and very sparsely populated, but this? Ha ha ha no.)

It'd been luck (or more likely annoying coincidence) that that place had been the home and work place of a blacksmith that had gone off to seek his fortunes in the belly of a dragon or some crap, Hawk really didn't care. It was on the edge of the city, it was well equipped, had enough bedrooms and gave him something he could work with. Between the coffee and getting back to work with his metal, he was finally starting to feel more at ease.

It wasn't that he hated change. He hated change that he had no way to predict that turned his world upside down. He hated not being in control. He hated being forced into something.

And he hated how Aralu felt the need to hang off his arm every damned time they went out. Bad enough when she'd done it before they'd come here, now she was being territorial about it and boasting in her usual mocking fashion.

And he hated how the first thing his damned mother had done was find the bar and get drunk. You'd think with a new world full of unicorn farts and stupid hats that she'd have been at peace with her insanity, but no. Off to the damned bottle it was.

And now all this ruckus about the "heroes" going off to go look at some abandoned town. No, he wasn't going, and if one more idiot asked they were going to meet the wrong end of one of his daggers.

Yep, Hawk was in a charming mood as he opened up shop that morning. He'd only had three cups of coffee, it was going to take another two more before he was going to be anything other than cranky.

Hell, who was he kidding. He was going to be cranky anyway.

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Interesting. Something that sounded like it would be a challenge to make. That hadn't taken long at all. Good.

"How much weight are you used to carrying around and how flexible are we talking here?" he asked, moving around the counter to grab his notepad and pencil. "Stuff that bends easy isn't going to channel much of anything." And she didn't exactly look like she was a ball room dancer...

She leaned in closer to watch him take notes. Perhaps now that she was of some use to him they could both benefit from the transaction. Money wasn't an issue.

"It's the motion that creates spellwork," she explained. That was the nature of her dance. "I can get used to the weight, as long as it doesn't look suspicious."

After all, it would do no good for a princess to be seen wearing armor, no matter how suspicious she might be of her circumstances. Her life was about diplomacy.

"So you wouldn't even need anything continuous, huh?" Hawk mused. "You looking for this to be able to stop a blade or just be a conduit?"

"A conduit would be simple enough," she mused. "If I could use just a bit more of my power, I wouldn't need it to stop a blade." After all, she had studied enough defensive magic as a girl.

"Copper," Hawk nodded, scribbling it down. "You use your hands for this stuff?" It'd be easier to make it an accessory rather than slip it under clothing, especially if it was copper. Bent less that way.

She nodded.

"I use my hands, feet, hips and chest."

"Two bracers, anklets, belt and a pendant," Hawk nodded, continuing to make notes. "Any insignia or whatever you'd want on em?"

"No, thank you," she replied with another smile. "I can pay whatever it costs, but I was hoping you could also tell me more about this place," she ventured, now that their transaction was nearing completion. Perhaps she could catch him off guard and actually learn something.

Hawk paused, looking up slightly at her. "Unless you're asking about the shop's glorious 2 day history, you're in the wrong department, lady," he returned flatly before going back to his notes. "I'll have to see how much getting the metal costs before I can give a price estimate. No such thing as a stable price in this place, apparently," he scowled, mood soured a bit.

She shook her head again, still smiling sweetly.

"Your impressions. Charge me extra, if you wish."