Bado... Working? (One Shot)
It was a rare sight to behold, and the raging forge seemed almost out of place in the Blacksmith's shop known only as "Meanderer". In a rare departure from its name, the blacksmith was actually hard at work, his motions focused as he gazed intently at the forge. Whether it was through some divine intervention, or perhaps some mad bid for money, Bado was hard at work at the forge.
Despite being preoccupied however, Bado left the store open, with the front counter harbouring a sign saying "Help yourself", and "I respect the honour system." It was hardly any different from his normal set up, and he didn't expect people to notice the change. If anything, the man had hoped he remained inconspicuous, though the sound of metal striking metal was hard to mask.
Fortunately, it seemed that no one needed the smith that day, and the dwarf was perfectly fine with that outcome. Rather than having to deal with the mundane necessities of work, Bado could focus instead on his... seasonal contribution. The sound of metal on metal soon ceased, replaced by the loud hiss of a quenched blade, before the forging process continued once more.
A good hour passed before the dwarf had completed his task. Stepping away from the forge, Bado glanced at the gleaming scythe in his grasp. He couldn't help but smile at the product, and the absurdity of it; it did not escape his notice that he spent far more effort and resources on this prop than he did his normal job. However, he was a bit too enthusiastic, and rather than making a simple prop or farming tool, Bado had made an effective polearm.
The smith sighed as he shifted his grip; if he was going to use this scythe, he had to make it convincing, after all. The blacksmith glanced back to the front of the shop to ensure no one was around, before shifting his stance, his lax posture gave way to something his body had almost forgotten.
Looking back on it, Bado had forgotten a great deal of things these past years, living this carefree life.Ā I suppose it's been fun, though, so I can't complain... And now for this...Ā His reflection amounted to a few seconds, as he refocused his attention back to the scythe. Pocketing the weapon in his rucksack, the smith stepped outside of the forge, his motions casual as he exited the town.
After all, the best way to remember how to use something is to use it.
