Monday: September 24th, 2007
Who: Aveira and OPEN
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmith Shop
What: Aveira is at work and gets a guest!


The smell of burning metal was very frank in the Blacksmith and Weaponsmith shop. To some it may be a little headache raising on nose after just about an hour or so, but to Aveira it was just as refreshing as the smell of the bakery. The workload was the bit of the headache. It wasn’t like back home where technology could give out a hand with the various weapons she enjoyed crafting. This was the old fashioned way. On the plus side, it was like creating art. Though it encouraged enough sweat to make you lose about ten pounds with just one making of the sword, it would be a true art piece for anyone to have.

The shop was set to Aveira’s liking and often times she would relocate anything any other shop workers would move. In her opinion it had a great appeal. The ordinary swords and daggers were neatly and horizontally placed around the shop in a ‘C’ like formation. They didn’t take long to forge and she figured since she pretty much made the table herself, it went where she pleased.

Double edged swords, or ethnic like swords such as the Kris or Katana that sometimes took days for Aveira to make rest in a nicely decorated table in the middle along with daggers with designs on them. In the far back were less harmful looking weapons like wooden swords for children or anyone who would fancy them. On the back wall, crossbows, lances, staffs and weapons of request were located there.

She sat at the table she always rested at, legs propped up with her trademark cigarette occupied hand that hung by her side. Aveira let out a prolonged sigh, smoke circling through the air. When she thought she heard a noise, perhaps hesitant footsteps only a brow quirked up. Her voice wasn’t tainted with rudeness, but perhaps a bit of annoyance. This had happened before. Did she look mean from behind?

“You know. The shop is open for a reason.”