Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Happy Wednesday, right? Fjord was in a pretty decent mood as he walked into the forge today, and started casting around for work to do while he waited on Amaya to set him loose on some manner of project for the day.

The winner was daggers to be sharpened. For an island where he'd seen relatively few people actually wielding daggers (and what would they use them against anyhow?), there always seemed to be a startling number of blunt knives waiting for the stone in this place.

He was choosing to blame the island for that one. But hell, at least that meant he was basically a professional when it came to sharpening things by now.

Learning. Wasn't it great?

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"'Morning, Fjord," said Amaya, very timely, of course, as she came down with the customary mugs of coffee that she had no idea was just feeding into a newfound habit. "What's the good news?"

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"Daggers, apparently," Fjord replied, turning a wry smile her way as he put down was he was doing and crossed the room to collect the coffee. "Dozens of dull daggers."

He glanced toward the pile.

"Not sure if you were feeling industrious and left the finishing work for me, or if the island is trying to make up for all the candy and tree branches through December."

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"With dull daggers?" Pardon Amaya while she looked vaguely offended. "Well, maybe for you and having something to do, but from a business standpoint, if that's the island's way of offering an apology, they can keep it. Only dagger I've had on my anvil lately's the unfinished one over there that's been put aside for a new project rolling in. I'm afraid to say, though, not much with that job I can pass along, if I'm honest."

And she really had tried to think of something.

"Sorry 'bout that."

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"That's fine," Fjord replied, smiling crookedly. "I figure if you have nothing in particular for me to work on while you're off teaching, I can finish up with these and then start contemplating my next sword. Unless you did have something else in mind, of course."

He was going to take this opportunity to fill his face with coffee, either way.

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"There's always that closet project you mentioned a little while ago," Amaya pointed out. "Both of us know that's sorely needed, and there's got to be more than enough material around here to get it going."

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"True enough," Fjord mused. And then he nodded once, mind made up. "Then that's what I'll do. I probably shouldn't lean into anything too big and new until things are slightly more organized in here anyway. It'll keep me busy now and make things easier in the future."

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...until the choas eventually crept its way back in again, at any rate. Amaya liked things all neat and orderly and efficient, truly, she did! But sometimes, you just fell into a project, which then tumbled into the next, before stumbling into another, and the next thing you knew...

...it was a few days later.

"Then I'll have something to look forward to seeing when I get back," she said, nodding her approval.

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Well, what was an apprentice for if not to sort out your chaos, right?

"Hopefully I'll have made some good headway by then," Fjord agreed. I'll probably have a few things set aside waiting for your input on where to put them by then, at the very least."

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"And if there's one thing I'll have," noted Amaya, cradling her mug in both hands for a second before taking a drink, "it's input."

Ahhh, wonderful, sleep-chasing, idea-bouncing coffee. She was just going to enjoy it for a moment before digging in with the, "So how's your class going? Haven't asked much yet, figured it was better to let it simmer and get some subtance before I started poking my nose into it."

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"At this point? I think the students are beginning to settle into the idea of it," Fjord offered, leaning back against a counter and enjoying more of that good caffeinated stuff. "I threw them at some kobolds yesterday. Sat back and waited to see what they'd do. At least one of them tried reasoning with them, that was interesting."

People didn't often give kobolds that much benefit of the doubt, back home. But then, Keyleth seemed to be a bit more open-minded than most, back home.

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"Kobolds?" Amaya's head tilted, and decided she didn't feel too bad about asking. "Don't think I know what those might be."

Those were only in a different Seirra game.

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"They're a bit like how dragons would be, if dragons were goblins," Fjord offered, gesturing with his hands to indicate about how small they were as he spoke.

Because it was really the best description he could come up with, honestly.

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Amaya narrowed her eyes, trying to picture it, trying to think of something to respond to that idea with that wasn't just a resounding, puzzled but why???

"Yeah, nothing quite like that back where I'm from," she said. "Not around the parts I've been to. I'm sure a couple of those goblins like to think they're dragons, but they're just puny little nuiscances that don't know what's good for them! Not a whole lot of reasoning there; how'd it work out for them?"

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"Well," Fjord replied, smiling in faint amusement, "nobody was murdered by kobolds."

So, that was a definite step in the right direction, if you asked him.

"And your class? Or should I wait until after today's to ask about that, give you the same number of lessons under your belt first?"

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"Well," said Amaya, stroking her chin thoughtfully with her non-coffee hand, "nobody's been murdered by fire or sharp spinny things or molten metal yet. Full report pending on when I return."

Honestly, if Beaker managed to survive last semester, she was pretty sure she could rest easy with a solid continued survival rate.

Though she would admit, class felt significantly less...thrilling without him there.

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"I look forward to the verdict," Fjord decided. "How else will I know if I have to start worrying that one of them might end up running off with my job?"

He was clearly joking, there.