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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

Fjord... wasn't entirely certain yet if it was safe to go back to the Forge. He hadn't worked last week, partly because of Amaya's warning the Friday before and partly because he'd gone and taken off on a whim (and a lungful of seawater) last week Tuesday, himself.

So he was... just sort of lingering uncertainly in the doorway for a while before daring to venture in. He couldn't help but feel that this was exactly the sort of situation where it would be useful to have someone around who knew how to check for traps...

He made it about as far as a few blades that had become faintly tarnished with use, and decided that right there was good enough until Amaya was awake, so he settled in to clean and sharpen them.

Paranoid? Maybe. But nobody who even had an inkling about how Amaya's mind worked would blame him for even a second. Had you seen her weed whacker?

[OOC: Open!]

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At this point, really, the only thing Fjord needed to be concerned about was just how much Amaya had been talking to all the locals in Iceland about their coffee...

...a mug of which was being handed over, as was custom when she came down into the shop for the day. "'Morning, Fjord," she greeted. "Seems like everything held together okay while I was gone?"

Everything except perhaps a small amount of Fjord's grasp on the way the world worked, yes!

"Looks like," he agreed, accepting that coffee with a thankful nod of his head. "Seems like things were fairly quiet around here. Fenris and I took off for a while, ourselves. Went looking for trouble."

Found sand, anyway.

"Did Iceland treat you well?"

Well, yes, but other than that...

"Well enough," Amaya answered with a nod back, curling both her hands now around her own mug. "Really nice place, reminded me an awful lot of where I come from. But it was a bit...odd. It was like someone took all the same elements they took to building places like Daventry and Kolyma and Llewdor, all the landscapes and the mountains, the people and the towns and the buildings, even the same stories, and then they just...stopped. Or forgot to finish them. So it made it all feel a little...incomplete. Like there was something...missing..."

It was strange, if she was honest, seeing nothing but rocks and stones where there should have been trolls and dragons. But she shook her head and grinned a little, sipping at her coffee. "It was good, though. Helped squash down a little wanderlust, at least for a little bit."

Which wasn't exactly true. If anything, it'd only made her want to take a swing around back home just a little bit more.

"And how 'bout you?" she asked. "You and Fenris finally find any of that trouble you've been looking for?"

"Not enough to keep us from coming back," Fjord offered, smiling a little crookedly. "I keep waiting for the day that happens. Not that this island isn't pleasant enough..."

It hadn't really tried to kill him in earnest yet. Clearly it was slacking.

Amaya grinned faintly back. "Well," she said, "if that day ever does come around, try to at least give me a little head's up, if you're able. It'd be nice to have a little warning to get used to the idea of having to do all the menial tasks around here by myself again.

"In the meantime," she added, after enough of a pause for a gulp of coffee, "maybe I'd better take advantage of those menial tasks while I can. Think you're up for a quick lesson on something before I head up to the school? Got an idea that'll help fill some the days when there's not much to do except maybe some maintenance and production."

"Of course I'd let you know if I'm able. In the meantime, I'm always up for learning something new," Fjord replied, offering her a nod as he set the blade he was polishing back where he found it. "What did you have in mind?"

"You probably may have noticed those nice shiny new throwing weapons I've set up in the case by the counter over there," said Amaya, hitching a thumb in the general direction. "I've been meaning to tell your friend Beau to come on in and have a look at 'em, so I know what she'd be interested in getting, but that's not what I'm getting on about. I've got something particular in mind for hers, I just haven't had the chance to mention it, so if you see her before I do, pass that along, especially since I know she sometimes swings by on your days."

She shook her head, finding herself distracted and set herself back on the original track. "But anyway, the point is, I got to thinking that no one ever really ever comes in for just one throwing star or one throwing knife. And it's not something someone's looking to put a lot of money down on for something fancy or unique, unless we're talking gifts. So, I figured, that makes them pretty good projects for you. Teach you how to make 'em based on the models on display, and then you can either make spares to be purchased whenever or just fulfill an order if it comes in and we haven't got any on hand."

Fjord listened, and nodded, taking that information and chewing on it a little.

"Makes sense enough to me," he replied. "All the better for when these invasions I've heard so much about happen, at that."

... The snowmen really didn't count. Anything you could destroy with a single well-aimed Eldritch Blast was really not that big a deal.

That last bit caused Amaya's expression to go a little bit wry; thinking back on it, it did seem like Fjord's time here so far was going a bit easier for him than it had for her at first. And she'd be perfectly fine with it staying that way, because, exciting as it might be, she'd rather not have things running around sucking out people's souls again.

Especially since one of those people had kind of been her.

So she just nodded and maybe took an especially appreciative drink of her coffee just then. "All the better," she agreed amicably. "Was thinking of maybe getting you started on the ninja stars; work from the more complicated ones first."

Plus, they were easily the coolest ones.

Spikes!

Fjord hadn't made nearly enough things with spikes yet!

"I have no clue which those are," he shared, amicably. "But I'll be happy to learn." He took a mouthful of his own coffee, and then glanced around the room. "So, where do we start?"

"They're the sharp, pointy ones," said Amaya, oh-so-helpfully, with a grin that suggested she might know just how helpful that was.

"The ones in the middle," she amended lightly. "The ones that sort of look like stars, thus the name. And we start by finishing up these coffees and go picking out some metal. But, for practice, maybe we can get some use out of some odd bits and pieces hanging around. We won't need much to suit our intentions."

Aaaaaaand now she was thinking she wanted to make a giant shuriken out of one large sheet of metal for the wall. Mmmm, now that'd be a good project. Fill in that gap left by the greataxe...

"I suppose we won't," Fjord mused, looking at the star-shapes thoughtfully. "They are pretty small."

He knocked back another swig of coffee. Paused a moment, and then finished off the contents of the mug, setting it down with a satisfied 'thud.'

"Well, then I'm ready whenever you are, Amaya."

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