Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
The Armory was due to close soon. Then Aspel would lock up, plod upstairs and attempt to cook. Cooking had always been a terrible weakness for her. It wasn't that she couldn't cook per se, it was more so that to trust Aspel's cooking to always be edible was much like trying to trust a mad scientist to always make something that worked. Not very likely.
So, when Stone returned that seemed as good an indicator as any to start wrapping up this step in the piece she was working on as any. The hammer slammed metal against metal, causing the loud 'ting' type noise to reverberate. A few more slams of the hammer and Aspel stepped back, wiping sweat from her face with the upper sleeve of her shirt with raised arm. Lowering her hammer arm, a flick of her other wrist caused a burst of water to come splashing down on the red hot metal the smith had been working on folding in order to reinforce its durability. Which of course, caused a burst of steam to bellow up into the room, raising the humidity rather rapidly.
"My apologies for that." Moving over to the nearest window, Aspel shoved it open, which would give some minor form of relief, even if it was only fairly minimal. Hands rested on the window ledge for a moment, enjoying the feeling of cool air pressing against her skin when Stone spoke and Aspel glanced voer her shoulder, a slight smile present.
"I must say, since the Riskbreaker fight, my life has mostly revolved around this forge. Has life been at least respectfully entertaining for you?"