Dark Ores

[Mason McTavish]

High noon; The time of day when Mason was able to stop, grab some food and water, and rest, sometimes even spend it with his wife or daughter. The latter, however, was off playing with her friends, and the former still resting in bed.

At least her fever's broken... Mason thought, downing his water.

Still... Where was that "Dreven"? He should have been there by now, but it wasn't Mason's place to ask those kind of questions. Still, since he was expecting the stranger, he should start getting the metals ready.

[Draven Hunter]

Draven had taken his time getting there. He had scoped out the place the day before and so he knew exactly where to go. But he had taken a little detour and now was running later than he had wanted. He stepped up to the smith's shop, waiting for a moment, deciding what he should do to gain the smith's attention. Finally, he approached the door, the first thing he saw as an entrance. He waited there, cautious about opening it and entering before the blacksmith acknowledged him.
"Is anyone here?" he asked, loudly, looking for a window to peek into. "I know I'm late. Sorry about that."

[Mason McTavish]

"Is anyone here?" A voice called out, a shape hovering by a window. "I know I'm late. Sorry about that."

And here was the customer. Better late then never.

"There's an open entrence on the side of the building; use that." He shouted back, the door in question near the furnace, where he himself was located, heating the metal to the required heat.

Hopefully, he wouldn't get the same uneasyness he did when he ran into the man at the bar. Still, just to be safe, there was a weapon on hand. He was taking no chances with a shadowy man with more weapons on his person than a guard.

[Draven Hunter]

Draven ruffled his hair with his hand, resting it on the back of his head as he came around to the open entrance. He lowered his arm as he entred, looking around. It was hot but he didn't really mind. He stood in the entrance, spotting Mason by the furnace. Well, now was the time to get this business out of the way... He walked over and stood a few paces away, watching what the blacksmith was doing.
"Sorry about that," he said again, forcing a smile. "I knew were I was going but I got thrown off track a little. A bit later than I had hoped initially. Hope you don't mind."

[Mason McTavish]

The larger man grunted in response, waving a dismissive hand. "Doesn't matter. You're here now, so let's get to buisiness."

Mason gestured to an empty crate that he often used as a seat. "First off, I'd like to know what it is you'll be having me make. If there's any specifications you'd like to have, if you need it by a certain time."

The blacksmith paused, glancing back to the furnace. Noticing it was cooling off a bit, he strolled over to it, grabbing several logs and thrusting them into the fire, firing sparks into the air as the wood was slowly beginning to burn.

[Draven Hunter]

Draven nodded his head, looking at the crate. He moved toward it, sitting down with a loud thump, clanks sounding from beneath his cloak. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he looked at Mason stoke the fire. He'd never watched anything any other blacksmiths had done, but Mason seemed to be gruff and blunt and he liked the man. It was easy to get to the point and down to business with someone that didn't take shit from anyone.
"I need replacements for one of my swords and three or four of my daggers, two knives as well," he answered, drawing one of the two swords from its sheath.
The blade was chipped and dulled and he touched its edge with his finger. His bronze eyes looked rather depressed at the sight of the weapon, his best piece ruined after months of use. The black steel glinted in the firelight, dark against his pale hand.
"I need this to be repared or replaced, as well as its twin, though the other is made with regular steel. I also have a dagger of black steel that has been snapped in two that needs to be fixed or remade."
He looked up at Mason, his finger still against the edge of the blade.