Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-17 15:34:00 |
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After all of the ruckus and tomfoolery of the festival, of course there were plenty members of the Fighter’s guild who had messed up their weapons and some of the training equipment for the Squire’s had nearly been left in disrepair. Well, if Aspel hadn’t gotten her hands on it, it would have been before long, of that much, she was certain. The training gear and few pieces that had been brought to her attention had been clean, sharpened and repaired to the best of her ability without having to completely melt down the entire weapon and re-craft it from point one. Which... Some of the items brought to her attention, if they had any particular sort of emotional value, she had turned away and suggested just that to their owners. For those who didn’t care, at that point, it was just easier, and faster, to dump the old one into a scrap heap and purchase a new blade, lance or other piece of equipment. Though, it left Aspel to wonder if those sorts maintained their weapons at all or just used them until they broke. Regardless, she had worked on. Admittedly, it wasn’t what would bring her large sums of gil, if any ha!, like some of the custom orders she’d received after, or even during, the festival, but, these were items that were required to maintain the peace and protection of Emillion. With that in mind, Aspel could justify having to lose some sleep to complete other orders or even go with the later of potential dates she’d said things would be finished by. It was always better to give a range of a day or two, or even tell a person that you’d need a day more than you actually did just in case something came up, just like now. Dusting some of the remaining metal flakes from her trousers, Aspel stood, hanging the last training sword back on it’s rack before stretching. It was about time to get home for lunch. Perhaps she’d grab something from a favored tavern before heading back. Her cooking skills were meager at best it seemed most days. With a sigh, she packed up her gear and headed out of the storage room with the leather satchel of tools slung over one shoulder. The light outside of the room was bright and she squinted slightly as eyes adjusted before spotting a somewhat familiar looking man standing about but... She couldn’t quite place him. How odd. Perhaps he’d been a patron at her store long ago, or someone who ran in similar circles. Either way, there was only one manner in which she could be certain as clearly, he wasn’t a guild member. “Welcome to the guild.” Aspel offered a hand out to the man for a shake. “Anything, or anyone, in particular which you are seeking?” |