11/3/22 Forge Master

 Forge Master

“Elloys, great forge master, I humbly come to request from you a sword.”

The tall and burly dark haired man turns from his anvil covered in sweat holding a large iron hammer, “And what do you offer as payment for this weapon? Not many carry enough gold to buy a handcrafted weapon from me.”

“I have a fair bit of gold, it should suffice.”

Elloys squints his eyes, “Let me see it.” The adventurer tosses a leather pouch towards Elloys who catches it with ease. “Nope, not enough,” he says, tossing the pouch back.

The adventurer picks up his pouch from the ground, “Then how much do you need? This seems like a reasonable amount of gold for one sword.”

“Listen, I have dedicated my life to this forge. My weapons are stronger and lighter than any others. The fact that you searched me out means you know of the quality of my craft.”

“Well yes, but how will you make any profit if your prices are so high?”

“Because I do not ask just for gold. There is value in more than just money. So I ask again, what do you have to offer as payment for your sword?”

The adventurer stands confused for a moment, “Sooo something other than gold, something also valuable in its own right?”

“Exactly,” Elloys says with a smile.

“Ummm,” the adventurer begins to dig through his bag, although there is not much sat inside it. He stops his search as his hand finds an amber gemstone. Sighing, he pulls it out of his bag. “The only object of value I have is this gemstone…but I hoped it could be placed in the hilt of the sword.”

Elloys’s eyes go wide, “Well look at that. May I?” he asks, reaching his hand out for the gem. He looks it over, it has a soft glow to it. “I will make you your sword.”

“You will?” the adventurer asks excitedly.

“Yes, to deny this gem a place in one of my swords would be a crime. You will take good care of this sword, yes?”

“Of course I will. A sword forged by you is a great treasure of a master forgeman.”

“Good. Hand me over five of your gold coins, and then return in one week's time. The sword will be ready for you then.”

The adventurer pulls out the five coins and passes them to Elloys. “I am forever thankful for this.”

Just before the adventurer makes his way out of the forge, Elloys turns and asks, “What is the sword for? If I may ask.”

“I have been destined to slay a great beast, and I need a great sword to match such a task.”

“A noble cause, I look forward to crafting your weapon.”

A week passes by and the adventurer returns. “Hello, Elloys?” he asks, scanning around the forge.

Elloys walks out from a side room, sword in hand. The blade is covered in a dark brown leather sheath but the hilt sticks out, revealing the glorious amber gem shining in the center. “Your sword,” he says, handing the blade to the adventurer.

The adventurer grabs the sword, slightly lifting it up and down to get used to its weight. He grabs the hilt and pulls it from the sheath. “It’s perfect,” he says after giving it a few swings.

“I am glad you enjoy it. It is truly one of a kind, one of the best swords I have ever forged,” Elloys says proudly. “I hope it serves you well in slaying your beast.”

“I am sure it will, thank you.” The two men exchange nods before the adventurer leaves the forge, readily armed to defeat his beast.


The End

11/3/22

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