Blacksmith π’―𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒹 π’œπ“ƒπ“‹π’Ύπ“

"Huh." Dionysius muttered some nonsense under his breath as he read the poster. "The red-head is a smith?" He blinked. "A heretic smith... wait, is he a heretic?" He glanced around, but realised the other Knights had wandered off. "Guess it's time to inquire."
 
A hum escaping the man carrying along the streets, his eye catching thhe poster of the smithy "Grandious, another man to discuss the arts of steel." before treading on amidst the flowery smell left by the streets. "Might give it a visit soon." before he then drew out of eyesight amidst the filled market.
 
A broad-shouldered man walked down the winding streets of Vaelyn, his dark robes hanging in loose layers, with a faint cobalt glint running through his thick hair. His pace slowed when he noticed a newly built forge, the freshly painted sign above it reading "The Red Anvil." He squinted at it, his pale eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his otherwise composed look. Clicking his tongue, he muttered with a hint of amusement, "Wonder if the smith needs a partner... or wouldn’t mind me using the forge now and then." With a lazy shrug, he slipped his hands back into his pockets, the faintly glowing orb hovering near his shoulder as he headed toward the building, the thought lingering in his mind.
 
[!] Halted, a man of aqua clad heightened his stand on the stony-shore of the hanger parchment. His eyes witted this poster with some bore curiosity, & through time, a smile perked on his features. A sway of the body & a reel of the head soon followed on form, with his arms crossing each other in a firm fold. || "I've been waiting; glad to see the upgrade." A shallow glance passed to which ever direction this 'Red Anvil' smithery laid. A look of the somber. "Hope to see his business boom with customers.. I wouldn't tire seeing that smile."
 
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