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[kanaloasteele]

Somehow, without the slightest effort from himself, Kanaloa had become a figure in the community?  He certainly didn't understand it; his generally gruff nature was enough to run off the occasional housewife or staff.  All he wanted to do was forge and fight but he knew he had to put the fight down, at least for awhile.  He didn't want to follow in his ancestor’s footsteps and become a battle junkie.

Somehow, despite all of his efforts to remain nameless and faceless in this city, that was not his fate.  Someone reached out and asked him to pitch in, and despite his loner instincts flaring wildly, he agreed.  At least his task was something he was good at.  Instead of the heat of a forge, he had the heat of a cooking fire to deal with.  It was the one cooking tasks he was good at.

His shirt having long since been tossed into a corner, Kanaloa stoked the fires high to help both keep him warm and cook the food more quickly, given the demand.  Seeing his partner, Kanaloa chuckles and smiles, sliding down to sit on the chair provided for him.  “If I'm being honest, I suspect there are teams of people working to scam the food sites in order to pass it out later.  Not to double dip or anything like that, but the needy are often very wary when folks give back.  I'm honestly not surprised.”  Snatching up another handful of coals and dumping them in the bag on his back, Kanaloa shrugged.  “The next batch is almost ready, give it another 15 minutes or so.”

Starter type: Closed Location: a small tavern in the Trade District Event: One is Taken - making food to hand out hungry Destarins For: @kanaloasteele

Cooking for multiple people was not, exactly, Corvina's strong suit. Nor was being around so many people in general. It was why she had taken up residence as a seamstress, it limited their interactions. But, since her attempted run for a Council position, they had found themselves more and more broaching out into the public eye. It made sense, in some horrid way, that they be expected to interact with Destarin as a whole.

Though her patience was beginning to wane as seemingly the same faces showed back up in the tavern for food. They knew it was an inevitability, there were many in Destarin looking to take advantage of the kindness of strangers. It was simply the way of the town. Still, as she made their way back through the tavern towards the kitchens - or, what passed for them - she couldn't help the small smile that appeared.

After all, at least they had some eye candy to help assuage the mixed mood. "It might just be me, but certain faces are starting to look mighty familiar." Her tone was light, almost teasing. "How's the meat looking?"

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Ugh, manners.  Kanaloa knew it was a thing he should know, his father had literally beaten it into his flesh when he was but a child.  That didn't mean he had to follow them.  It was a subtle reason behind why he was so short and gruff with people.  He had a skill they needed and part of his “charge” was his attitude.  Unfortunately that wouldn't cover everyone and some customers he had to be polite to instead of his usual gruffness.

One of the side benefits to not wearing a shirt even in the cold was that the berserker was able to scoop up a handful of glowing hot coals and cup them in his arms, holding them against his skin to keep warm.  

He chuckled when the man called him sir, shaking his head but not arguing with him.  The bladesmith knew that others liked to pay homage to one's skill with such terms even if he didn't like them himself.  “Difficult, no.  Only expensive.  The only doubt to the schedule was how quickly I could get the materials.  I paid for a bulk delivery and my supplier was happy to deliver.  I'll be passing that cost on to you and the others who will order a magical blade.”  Kanaloa smiled and shrugged as he spoke.  He prided himself on being up front and honest with his customers.

The idea the man spoke of, giving a blade to his heir, curled Kanaloa's lips for a number of reasons.  “No.  I will not make a blade for a boy I have not seen.  Much like I had to see you to understand how you fight, it is the same with your son.  Has he even been trained?  Do you know what style of weapon he prefers?  These things are important.”  Turning away from the man and casting the coals back into the forge l, Kanaloa snatched his personal dadao into one hand and a thick 4 foot shaft into his other.  In less than a second the two were joined and Kanaloa slammed the haft into the ground to make a point.  “I wield a sword in the city because it's tight but I prefer my polearm.  Train your heir, find out what he prefers and I'll make that.”  Turning to clean up from his dramatics, Kanaloa spoke over his shoulder.  “At most I'll do a gem in the pommel to help with the balance if your boy prefers blades.  I don't make fancy blades to sit on dandy's hips.  I make elegant soldiers' blades meant to reap the life from someone.”

Covered in a dark cloak, Axius perused a few parchments on the side of the building.  A theater play over some battle fought long ago, something he might indulge in with his beautiful wife later in the week.  Eventually, he turned his attention towards walking to the blacksmith less than fifty feet away.

Clouds stretched across the sky, a faint chill in the air with the snow on the ground.  Days such as these were meant to be spent with his beloved in his arms in front of a fireplace.  Yet, there were things in his life he was unable to divulge to her that took precedence.

“Greetings, good day to you sir.”  A soft smile appeared along his lips hearing the blade was already in work.  Axius figured it may be another month before he got to feel the hilt between his hands.  “Wonderful, ahead of schedule.  Hopefully the materials were not too difficult to come by,’ he commented.  

“I may need a similar order, I am thinking of giving a sword to my son.  I would want it to be nearly identical, perhaps more adorn with jewels than mine.”

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Arms crossed across his broad chest, Kanaloa stared at the woman until she spoke, the man's scowling face breaking into a wide grin.  “Good on you.  I like a woman with wit and fire.  I needed to take your measure, so I apologize for my words.  They were a test to see how you'd react.”  Waving the woman forward, Loa pumped the bellows rapidly, trying to increase the warmth of the air around them.

Her comment about sharing through him off for a bit before he chuckled and nodded.  “The whole of the forge is communal, I've claimed this corner of it for myself.  Made my own tools and anvil, hard not to call the place mine.  Besides, I tend to stick to what I'm good at.  Can't be a master bladesmith if I'm always making horseshoes.”

When Evelyn came to the reason she graced the shop, Kanaloa could only shake his head.  “The only weapon I can make you is for you.  Unless your knight is amongst your guards, I can't make you anything.  You didn't come to me to get a generic sword, you came to me to get the best.  I can only make the best once I've seen the measure of the person wielding my blade.”  Snatching up his own broad bladed dadao, Loa turned to look at the woman.  “I wouldn't make you a weapon like my own because we don't fight the same.  Send me your person and after I've seen them I'll tell you if I can help you or not.”

The woman's gaze shifted more directly to the man when he was ready to speak, taking a slow step forward so she might engage with him with more ease. Admittedly she was not quite sure of his meaning regarding it being a craftman's location, though she did understand the realities of her being anywhere in person. "I always attend to my own personal matters," she clarified of at least the latter half of things. Silence followed though, the succubus curious as he called her 'Mrs' how he had known of Axius' return.

"Not much for sharing?" she asked since he called it his forge. Evelyn had been there many times over the years and the communal element of the establishment had been a trait she admired in it's purpose. It was what had brought her fascination with guilds since she was a young girl, the community, the loyalty, the information.

The notion they would steal from Ashen made her audibly laugh, of course, the guards simply shifting behind her since they had seen the man already pull weapons closer to himself were he to need them. This did not phase the woman, dirtier weapons had been brandished closer to her person than his were now. "This place has existed since I was a girl, I learnt from a young age most who make weapons are quite adapt at using them," she commented of her amusement. "Not to mention I would not be so foolish as to anger the makers of a resource we use just for a few easily accessed blades. Not that I believe you'd notice if we did, would not be remotely subtle if people chosen to be intimidating started to take things, we'd send in the appropriate people for the appropriate task."

He could think of her as he liked but it did astound her his immediately assumptions were seemingly quite poor, but rather than for any deeds she had committed they were for assumptions she couldn't connect the origins of. Heads would be taken of those who spread rumours of her being stupid in her tactics or disrespectful in the value of various elements in town. "As I mentioned however, I came here for my own desires. I wish to have a weapon made for my personal knight." Her husband, but she was still curious as to how he knew of Axius' return and decided she would hold his name for the moment.

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A lifetime of too many battlefields and too many fights left Kanaloa with a perception that was quick to pick out patterns, allowing him to easily pick out the guards following the woman who had no business in an establishment like Ashen Arms and Armor.  Ladies like her rarely entered such an establishment, preferring to send servants in their stead.

Seeing her and her guards changed nothing of Kanaloa save him placing a brace of throwing knives within easy reach on a table.  Loa might stay out of politics but he still knew who the movers and shakers were.  He had yet to visit the Scourge club, but one didn't need to poke the scorpion to know it would sting.

The split temperature between cold air and hot forge made it comfortable for Loa, not a drop of sweat decorating his bare torso.  Plunging his arms deep into the coals to pull out a piece of metal, the berserker addressed the woman who approached his stall.

“It's rare when one of the movers and shakers of the city visits a craftsman’s stall.  Even rarer when they do it themselves.”  Deciding the metal needed more time to heat, Kanaloa thrust it back into the fire before brushing off his arms and giving his entire attention to his guest.  “How can I and my stall be of help to you Mrs. Scourge?  I will ask that your minions keep their hands to themselves, we look poorly on thievery and I'd hate to send one of your people back sans the offending limb.”

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The woman was unaware her other half had already come to the smith for himself when she approached the large berserker, and none of the guild members that remained nearby watching the woman were aware of Axius' exact movements. Evelyn wished they could walk shoulder to shoulder with him, so she might not lose him again, but it had been made clear the work he had been contracted to do in exchange for his return was not work the guild could witness or be involved in, so they could not remain close.

For Evelyn, they were always near, the woman conscious of their eyes as her fingers lifted the gown she wore up from the ground as she stepped forward towards the man in the establishment. Usually she sent others on her behalf but it was interesting to observe the space, half out in the cold air, and half within the wooden structure, many moving around the place working on their own armour or weapons. Evelyn had heard this man was particularly adept though, and from what she knew of his kind they were from the same Kingdom her own lineage had been, which was why she waited for him to be free.

Patient, so she did not distract him from his work, she dusted off the soft deep black fabric of the fitted gown. It was peaceful to simply observed them all as they worked, flecks of snow on her large spiked horns and in parts of her dark hair from the light fall. Yes, it was very peaceful even with the loud clanging of their work.

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It wasn't often that Kanaloa received requests that really tested his skill.  For most of his work day he spent his time making the same handful of basic knives and swords.  As much as Loa preferred to forge blades, he still took regular orders for anything else a blacksmith might make.  One had to pay the bills after all.

The light dusting of snow and cold mixed with the heat from Kanaloa's forge, creating a rather temperate zone where one could wait comfortably.  Loa needed the extra heat to keep the magically inclined metals at a forging temperature.

Despite the outside temperature, Kanaloa was still shirtless, a special hammer in his hand as he forged the sword that was to be enchanted.  A specialty blend of metals went into the sword that was to be enchanted later with Kanaloa hammering it in just the right way to keep the structure intact.  One wrong hammer swing and the pattern inlaid in the sword would break and it wouldn't hold the magic as well as it could.

Seeing the future swords owner step forward, Loa buries the blade in the coals, letting it heat up for the next round of forging.

“Master Axius,” Kanaloa replied, nodding his head in a gesture reserved only for good paying customers.  “Yer blade is being worked on as we speak.  I had to wait a bit to get a shipment of magically inclined metals in.  It's not something I normally stock.  Give me a day to finalize the internal structure of the blade and you'll be able to take it to any enchanter you wish to get your magic spells inlaid.”

LOCATION: Ashen Armour & Weapons WHO:  @kanaloasteele

A soft kiss on the shoulder should suffice until he returns, Axius told himself as he climbed out of bed leaving Evelyn to sleep in.  The man had waited several weeks and wanted to check in on the progress being made on the blade he requested to be specially created.  Axius only hoped he could wield such a powerful weapon if the time arose.  Slipping out of the protected home unnoticed, he stared off towards the West to see the sun from the East brighten the blue waters with orangish hues.

Currently, he feels human again not having to answer to Vallmaz for a couple of weeks.  Some part of him was nervous that the demon was merely toying with him and was about to give him a large assignment.  But, he supposed he should be grateful for the time off.

“Should have brought a horse.”  He mumbled to himself, his feet sore from the thin sole of his shoes hitting the cobblestones forgetting how far the distance.  The city had expanded and walking from one side to the other was tiresome.

Finally, at the expense of his feet he made it and noticed the larger male at work.  Axius remained silent for several moments just watching the man in awe of his craftsmanship before he decided to step forward.

“Greetings my good man, Kanaloa.”

Axis took a few steps forward.  “I know you said it would take some time, but I wanted to check on my requested blade and the progress on it.”

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Despite the revelry of the night before, Kanaloa was still at his forge bright and early in the morning.  He chalked it up to his time as a mercenary, celebrating hard after a victory and then back to work the next day. 

To be fair, it helped that he was a berserker and even if he did drop hot metal on himself all it would do is singe his clothes. 

Regardless of all that, Loa was a creature of habit and one of those habits was putting in the work he was supposed to.  Clutching the red hot metal in his bare hand, Loa swung his hammer again and again, beating the metal into the shadow he desired.  Hearing a voice area him, Loa looked up and set his hammer to the side before shoving the metal he was shaping back into the fire.  “What can I do for you today?”

An election - he'd read about such things - had kept most of the town out late, celebrating or soothing wounded egos. Even the blacksmiths. But, luckily for Tig, Destarin's sprawling smithies seemed to be one of the first workshops clanking and sparking back to life the morning after all the votes were counted. Now, to find the most sober among them. Doing his gangly best to stay well out of their way, Tig checked with a bleary-eyed apprentice or two, then gave up on that. No better off than most of their masters.

There, though - a steady-striking hammer, close by. He could hear it. The way he could hear such things, these days. Strangely. Uncomfortably. Just another reminder of how tight a hold his curse had on him, talons sunk deep in his day to day doings.

For now.

Clearing his throat, quietly, Tig came to a stop at the far end of this smith's anvil, squinting against the glare from the red-hot steel the craftsman was working. And well, very well. Too well, really, for what might be an... insultingly meager sort of order. But. The sooner he had what he needed, the better. For everyone. "Master Smith," he began, neatly. "If I might intrude? Just a moment?"

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Kanaloa nodded his head, a slight smirk on his face as he collected the paper and started to study it.  Many times when people brought him drawings there was an element of fantasy to them, born from not knowing how forging worked.  There didn't seem to be any of that with this design and he nodded again.  “Looks easy enough.  Obviously the actual final shape will be dictated by what the metal can hold.”  Continuing to study the design, Loa made a few notes on the paper.  “Given the size of the blade, I'm going to suggest using the damascus for the blade.  That'll help strengthen the blade without adding size.  Most weapons use mass to add strength but with something concealable like this, we won't have that option.”

Asvari nodded, though as a man well-travelled, he did not think he could easily say he had met any master bladesmiths before, though he’d met other artists who called themselves masters. “I’ve come to the right place then,” he said warmly, as he produced a small drawing he’d made to show a curved blade that would easily fit up his sleeve or in his pocket. “Would this do?” he asked. Everything about it was plain, because he feared if it wasn’t, he’d end up losing it quicker. If it held less value, it’d be less valuable to others. 

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It was taking everything in the berserker not to let out his usual growl of annoyance.  It probably wasn't the kid’s fault he was so spastic, the world was a shit place and you had to get along however you could.  The kid's prosthetics were proof enough of that.  Snorting a laugh at the other's decrypting of both Blood, Sweat, and Beers and the Scourge House, the berserker shook his head and tossed the young man a cloth to wipe his face with.  “Mind the heat young'n, don't want ya passing out on my wares.”

Turning his back on the young man briefly, Loa reached into his pile of cast offs, pulling out a couple long pieces of the steel he had talked about.  “Give me a day or so and I can get a pair of blades out of each of these that should serve you well for juggling.  How sharp am I making these for you?”

Merrymock clapped the tips of his fingers together lightly, "Yes, yes, indeed, you understand me," he pressed a hand tenderly against his own chest as if this was a very heartfelt expression. "I grace the stage at the most prestigious establishments of Destarin, yes, there is no finer place than our very own Blood, Sweat and Beers, indeed so, this is true. Surely you must be familiar with it," believing it to be a rather commonly known fixture of the town despite how often it has been burned down.

He pressed a thumb against the edge of a nearby table to regain his balance for he had begun to teeter somewhat to the side and blinked rapidly, a hand came up to rub away some sweat and oil from his eyelids. "Secondly, I've recently acquired a new venue. This is quite exciting for me. My exposure is expanding!" Merrymock trilled with delight, "Scourge House! Yes, yes, this is a very regal establishment as well, very exclusive you see, not for commonfolk at all." The tiefling was prone to gross exaggerations.

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“It might be your point to coming to a tavern, “ the blacksmith rumbled around a mouthful of meat pie.  Swallowing the bite and waking it down with a swallow of ale the berserker continued.  “I'm here to feed myself and have an ale or two before I have to go back to work.”  He shrugged his broad shoulders, giving the other man a flat stare at the raised eyebrow directed his way.  He had found that a flat stare when combined with his size and the occasional growl did wonders to convince people to leave him alone. 

Despite his reticence, Kanaloa found himself pulled into the man's story, at least enough to follow the broad strokes of the tale.  “Sounds more like poorly cooked food and bad water, but who knows.  Perhaps your runaway tongue annoyed some witch who hexed you to still it.”  Kanaloa snorted at his own joke, taking another large bite out of his meat pie.

"Is it not the point of a tavern to engage in merriment with your fellow patrons?" he answered, raising a brow at the large man that was seated across from him - size mattered in these places, as looks could be deceiving and even if the man happened to be plain mortal, he still looked like he could kick Alex's ass all the way to Withermore.

"Not to brag, but I do consider myself quite the conversationalist," he remarked, taking a sip of his own drink as well, a little redder than a typical ale would be. "I did turn out alright though. In hindsight, I don't think it was spit that really did me in, but maybe some kind of ward that I wasn't supposed to ingest." He squinted one eye into his drink. "I poured this myself, so I should be safe. I'm sure yours is too, if there was any concern."

[kanaloasteele]

Kanaloa wasn't much of a talker normally, but when he was forging the man was damn near mute.  He normally had a talker of his own to deal with other talkers, but that wasn't the case this time.  The whole set up of the commune workshop meant he had to deal with customers on his own.  After he finished making sure the steel was settled he turned back and allowed the other man to continue his spiel, his arms crossed over his chest.

Thankfully, he had no issue letting the tiefling ramble, pulling the important bits out of the constant flow of words. “Ok, ok.  I think I'm getting the point of your babbling.  You're a bard and you want knives to juggle.  I have some steel that I mix in with other metals that might work for you.  It polishes up very bright so it will reflect the light very well.  How big are the rooms you normally perform in?  That will give me a sense of how large they need to be. “

Merrymock, too, was resistant to fire and flame so witnessing this man plunge his hands into hot coals was not at all alarming and only continued to blink naively and pleasantly at the man. He'd never purchased knives or commissioned the work of them to be done at all in his entire life. During the height of his career as a traveling bard, he'd played sweet melodies and juggled batons, he'd entranced those who listened and awed others with his tales and made them laugh and cry with the intricacies of his stories. It wasn't until his service with his once great lord that Merrymock was provided with blades as part of his routine. It was far more thrilling to juggle sharp blades and even more so catch them with an open palm or a bare back and feign it a mistake, at least, this is what had made his lord laugh.

The tiefling did not know what damascus was, nor the difference between a show blade or a fighting blade, he'd only known one kind, the kind that slices. Still, he laughed, for Merrymock always laughed, a hearty and warm sound at his apparent blunder and lifted his prosthetic hand to wave it away, metal glinting in the amber lighting, "I intend to be sticking these knives wherever they might land, though, you, good sir, seem to know much, yes of course, you must naturally, this is what you do, a knife of that length would it go cleanly through me? Straight through to the other side?" The imagery this now evoked within the tiefling caused him to cackle, "Aha! A pin cushion! Yes! Like a pin cushion! Thin blades like needles! Good sir, a plain blade is fine, yes yes, it will do, but please sir, I need four good sized blades so they can easily be seen at a distance by my audience," the tiefling gave a grand sweeping gesture as if trying to showcase the many people coming to see him.

"I am but a humble performer, you see," Merry gave a great smile and a great bow.

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Kanaloa watched as the man inspected the weapon, a small smirk on his face as he busied himself with his stall.  He never worried about someone trying to steal from him, especially when he was at his stall.  Picking up the blade, Loa spun it through his fingers once again before sliding it into a sheath and tucking it behind the counter.  “It's one of my more common designs so I'll take a couple gold for it.”  The blacksmith couldn't help but chuckle a bit.  “That'll be a new experience.  I don't normally collect things given how much I moved around before now.”

Leopold lifted the beautiful blade, inspecting it with admiration as he thought about purchasing it.  A knife in his hands would not be a bad thing, give him something to defend himself if something were ever to occur.  Still, he was not sure he needed such an item.  “How much are you willing to take to depart with it?”  The fae questioned curiously as he gently placed it back down on the surface of the table.  “I do not have much coin on me today, but depending on the cost.  I may come back tomorrow to purchase it.”  He commented.  “Well, hopefully you can make this place your own and start collecting things.”  Leopold simply commented.

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"--so there I was, about sixty seconds away from getting my ass kicked, an ogre was not too keen on me being in this bar, but all I wanted was a quick drink and a bite to eat while I was on the road. And I even tried to explain that, as so politely as I always obviously am, because it was the middle of nowhere, and it's not like they had a sign anywhere that told me I wasn't allowed. Only to be saved by a guy with wings, who flew in from a hole in the ceiling. Called himself some sort of peacemaker. Anyway, long story short, I think they still ended up spitting in my food or even worse, because I was not feeling well for days after that."

Alex cleared his throat then, swallowing down the snack he had gotten, eating at a high table near the window. On his break from work, he couldn't help but chatter - that's what he was oftentimes best known for. Some bread and porridge, a mug of frosty ale (a little on the reddish side, but that was well hidden enough), and a view to people watch the bustle of the street outside. And, now this esteemed company. "But anyway, why'd you sit here again?"

It wasn't often that Kanaloa stopped anywhere other than Blood, Sweat and Beers for lunch, but he was running behind after delivering a large order and he didn't feel like making the trek all the way across the district.  Stopping in to the first place that looked like it might have palatable food, Loa sighed as he looked at the length of the line.

Using a combination of sheer size and growling to get his way, Loa eventually made it to the front of the line, grabbing a triple portion of the meat pies before stealing what was one of the last seats available.  Sitting in the seat, Loa tried hard to ignore the yapping of his table mate and his incredulous stories.  Once he asked the berserker a question he couldn't ignore the man anymore.  “Well, you happened to have the only table with a free seat and I needed to set these meat pies down so I'm not trying to juggle a bunch of shit in two hands.”  Snatching up his mug, Loa drank deeply of his ale before digging into his meat pies.

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Kanaloa's eyebrow shot up at the audacity of Veda's statement before he let out a soft growl.  “Wine and dine me on my own silver you mean,”  the berserker grumbled, though without much of the heat he might have had for others.  As much as he didn't want to admit it, the little human had grown on him over time.  It wasn't something he advertised but he wasn't making house calls to sharpen the blades of any other establishments.  Polishing off his next drink, Loa chuckled as an almost predatory grin came over his face.  “We’re both rather intelligent people, I'm sure we could come up with a way for me to break you in half that you'd enjoy immensely.”

"A brat who wines and dines you, be careful," the tavern owner teased, chuckling at the soft growl her nip had elicited. Veda often felt it was her attitude that kept the tavern running as smoothly as it normally did. A feat for a tiny human woman. Who did another round of the place as it finally seemed to settle down. She took a long sip of her drink before raising an eyebrow at Kanaloa. "I'd dare you to try but I'm very aware that you could break me in half one way or another. I'm not entirely stupid." Just stupid enough to taunt and tease a grumpy berserker.

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Kanaloa smirked at Vee's hiss, growling playfully when she nipped his lip.  This was one of the few places where Loa felt comfortable enough to relax, aside from his forge and his little home.  His growl went from playful to pseudo angry at her comments.  “As I said before, you are a brat.”  His glare as she refilled his cup turned to an eyeroll and he sighed heavily.  “You know, I'm starting to rethink my decision on whether or not I should break you in half.”

A soft hiss left the human at the gentle tug to her hair, responding with a nip to Kanaloa's bottom lip. It was all she could do until things settled down enough for her to take a breath and a moment to herself beyond what she'd already taken. "That, or. Stay with me now," she started with pursed lips, trying not to smile too widely. "You're not actually my favorite at all, and I put up with your grouchy ass because your coin is always good. And you're very pretty to look at. Can't complain about room decor when it pays you to be here." The tone in Veda's voice was clear that she was teasing as she topped off the berserker's cup and took a sip from her own.

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Kanaloa's head tipped to the side as he thought about what the man was requesting.  He'd had requests for specially made weapons before, it's what allowed him to call himself a master bladesmith after all.  “Obviously it's something you can ask for, I am a master bladesmith after all.  As to how much it would cost… that would depend on what specifically you wanted, what materials, the shaping, any kind of decorative work.  Once we have figured out the specifics for your commission I'll be able to better quote you a price.”

Asvari smiled as he looked at the blades portrayed in front of him. “And if I were to request something special?” he asked. “Something made for me that nobody else has, would that be something I can ask you for?” he stared down at the blades, a hand reaching out, fingers hovering over the metal. It did not bring him joy, or even the feeling of safety. He wondered if he would feel it once it was in his hands, once it was within his pockets, ready to strike whomever attempted to lay a hand on him without his permission. “Suppose I’d want that, how much would that cost me?” he asked. 

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The smith was unsure of how to take the man's compliments considering he seemed to have experience with in depth metal work.  Finishing the spin of his blade, Loa set it down in front of the man to examine at his leisure.  Let me know if this is something you're interested in.”  The other got a sideways look from the blacksmith, sighing softly as he shook his head.  “I'm doing alright in the settling in aspect.  Not much to settle in when it's just work and a place to stay.  Maybe once I have stopped moving I'll see about collecting more than I can carry on my back.”

“Extremely talented,” Leopold merely commented, getting a certain feeling the other was not one to talk much.  It made sense if you were hiding something or were running away from something. A thing Leopold noted mentally.  “It appears to be well made,” he agreed as he smiled at the other who spun it over his knuckles.  “Long ago, I had something similar.”  He thought back to the time when he traveled across the continents and seas and wondered whatever came of it.  It had his initials etched into the blade and a lovely jeweled sheath, but one day it ended up missing.  “Indeed, I know much about that.  If there is anything I can do to help you in settling down, please let me know.”

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Kanaloa just kind of chuckled and shrugged at the wolf's comments.  It wasn't on him to deal with the feelings that other people might have about him.  He'd stopped caring about that years ago.  If anything it was more amusing to the berserker than anything else.

His attention was fixated on what he was making until he was finished, turning his attention to the wolf.  “The hooks were kind of a one time custom order, but I do have a stockpile of different kinds depending on whether you're hunting, target practice or if you need armor piercing.”

"The rest of us will just have to suffer then," he smiled, not exactly opposed to the view. However jealous he was it didn't mean it wasn't quite admirable as well.

Taurus' eyes remained on Kanaloa as he quite easily cut off a small chunk of steel and shoved it deep within the flames of his forge. It was unsettling in some ways, to see his hand buried in it, like one second the magic of what he was would stop working and painful screams would ensue. Obviously, they did not and when he retracted the metal and began to mess around with it Taurus gave a small nod.

"Definitely seems like it's faster to be sure," he agreed. Probably better too for large tridents to not need to be seperate pieces of metal then forged together but able to be one the man could manipulate with his hands. "A fork is fun, do you do many arrowheads and hooks?" he asked, more so curious what those around would be asking for.