Upgrading in the name of magic.

[Temptress]

Isodel walked into a dim shop and was immediately slapped by the wave of heat that seemed to emanate from the back room. She could hear the clang of metal on metal, and smiled satisfiedly. So the merchant hadn't lied to her after all. She had come to the right place.

After all, a blacksmith unable to alter a staff was like a bird unable to fly- it didn't happen. She hefted her steel staff and looked around the shop for any assistants or apprentices. Finding none, Isodel hesitantly stepped forward and stuck her head inside the workroom. Again, she was almost pushed back by the almost unimaginable wave of heat that greeted her.

Squinting through the haze, Isodel called out for the blacksmith in between one of his strikes to what looked like a door hinge. He turned around, set down the hammer and regarded her thoughtfully. She hoped he wasn't one of the Coronians who were prejudiced against Dark Elves. That could cause a problem. "Um, excuse me," Isodel said shyly, "But I was wondering..." Isodel extended the arm that held her 4' long, calli capped steel staff. "How much would it cost me to coat the steel in a layer of damascus?"

She hoped that the blacksmith wouldn't put forward a completely outrageous offer. She couldn't afford anything more than 200 coins or else she'd have to forage for food from now on, and game was quite scarce due to over-exploiting in the area.

[Taskmienster]

Though the opening of the front door had taken with it much of the heat from the backroom, the over powering glow of the forge never let up. Had the woman not spoken up, those in the shop would have undoubtedly never even known she was there. However, her faint voice carried through the ring of the dehlar hammer on steel. "Eh? 'Wossat?"

The big man at the door, a human, poked his age streaked face through the small gap and caught sight of the young woman who was posing a question to the half hidden man. "Boss, we's gotta c'stomer."

The dehlar hammer was handed off to the heavyset human and he continued the constant ringing as he beat the steel into a sword shape. "Gudday to ye'," the three foot dwarf said as he approached the woman with a smile. Let the grudge between dwarves and elves forgotten, Grac Highbeard knew when to get a little coin. Pointless arguments could be forgotten for now. "The name's Grac, I own this 'ere shop. Finest metallurgist in town! So yer problem has come to the right place..."

"Lessee 'ere," the cherry cheeked dwarf said as he looked over the steel staff. "I'mma say that it's not hard to do, we's got s'me damascus already flat as a board. Getting it to stick though, thassa problem, plus it's no' the least expensive. A staff from it'd be 'bout 315 gold... but I c'n give you a layer of it for half that. Iffin that suits yer fancy."

[Temptress]

Doing some quick math in her head, Isodel realized the price would be roughly 160 gold, a reasonable price by her standards. She readily agreed, nodding once cheerfully and handing over her staff, reluctant to see it leave. "When will it be ready?" She asked curiously. As openminded as this dwarf appeared to be, she wouldn't post it past him to make her wait longer than necessary. He was a dwarf, after all. Treacherous beats, they are.

I know this question sounds ridiculous, but do I actually have to wait for the time Grac poses to me for me to post again? Unless you do the metalwork on the spot, in which case it doesn't matter...

[Taskmienster]

The gruff dwarf picked up the staff and twirled it around. Leave it to an elf to ruin something so close to a weapon with some magic nonsense attached. But the bother of the magic wielding people could be left for a mug of ale with his apprentices later on. "Nay elf," he said as he looked over the small cap on the top. "Just gotta get this... thin' on top off and work it over'n put tha' cap back on. Assumin' its not somethin' tha' takes a long time to fiddle with, it shoul' be ready in a day."

Though Grac wanted to make the woman wait longer, just to get what little spite he could out on the elf, he sucked it up. Money was money, and he needed to get paid. Selling a dagger here and there wouldn't do it in the long run.

((I'm sure since it's a little thing that can be easily done, it shouldn't be an issue just to post in your next post that you come the next day.))

[Temptress]

The next day, Isodel entered through the threshhold and smiled at the sight of the dwarf from the other day. Picking up the much changed staff, she grinned and handed over 160 gold appreciatively. "Thank-you very much," She said to the dwarf. Then she left and was glad that her trip to the Bazaar was over.

[Taskmienster]

your gold has been taken by the Althanas economy. Thank you for your business!