VII.V (HIATUS POSTING) (VOLUNDRA/PRIDEMAW)
When he attempted to return the next eve, the door was barred by a metal plate and he was unable to access the hole in the mound.
He found it that was the night after that--and yes, that was frustrating. Every time he was at the tavern to drink (find a wench) and ask, they merely ho'd and hum'd and never answered him at all about anything! Interesting, yes. Irritating, also yes.
He needed a blade,and he needed it now.
The third eve was finally to come, he arrived--the door was normal and he just walked into the area and wow-ee wow lookie there.
There was quite an attractive troll holding a blade and that was probably one of the best sights in this universe. If only there was alcohol in the other hand and then this would be perfection. Absolute perfection. Maybe a meal too.
There really wasn't much to say but take the blade and then swing it downwards to test it. It split the stone below them. And all he heard was "Can you NOT damage my shop? There are other things to damage."
He looked over the blade, and saw the engraved signature in the lovely handle. "Volundra?" Eyebrows rose, and glanced over to the blacksmith, dressed fine and dandy.
A finger was to their lips, shushing softly. "A secret."
"What do--" And he found a blade to his throat.
"And I would hope you quite understand what might happen if you choose to break it. I appreciate my privacy."
The blade was then withdrawn, and it wasn't surprising as to what happened after.
He left with a grin on his face, and a bounce in his step. A great, legendary crafted blade on his side--and, well...
It was a good night.
