Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-25808351-20161218221706

"Well we're going to see an old friend of mine. His name is Knox. He's the best weapon forger and blacksmith I know." Marcus ties up his horse to the hitching post. As he turns and moves into the crowd, people notice. They wave, call out and shout as they return to their merriment. Hound moves toward a large house with a fully fleshed out smithing area complete with a smelter, forge, workbench, grindstone and more. A large dark skinned man with a shaved head and full beard hammers away on a red hot sword in progress.

"Oi, how are things this evening Knox." Hound shouts above the festivities. The large man shoves the sword back into the coals and grabs a handful of snow from the sidewalk and wipes it across his head to himself down.

"I was doing fine until a drunker man/dog shouted my name." He says in a deep gruff voice. The two men stare at eachother for a moment until they both bellow out in laughter. "Good to see you Marcus. I guess you're here for your father's blade?" Knox asks.

"That's right. How is it?" Marcus says anxiously.

"She's alright, whoever forged it was a grand smith. Damn thing might live to be older than you." He chuckles back to Hound.

"Da, it is a good blade. Can't tell you how many battles I saw it in. Oh shit, that's right! Knox, I'd like you to meet Lucida. She's my niece." Marcus inches Lu toward the titanic weapon forger.

"How do you do, Lucida. I didn't know Marcus had any friends outside of Zahmeria." He chuckles. Hound as well snickers a bit.