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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

Fjord came in to work this morning with a little grin on his face. No particular reason for that, admittedly. He just enjoyed days where he got to be useful.

And where he didn't have to deal with rogues trying for a TPK.

Tuesdays were definitely going to continue him down that path to 'premature gray' at the rate his class was going.

He knew Amaya had a project on the go, but she'd seemed so pleased about it on Friday evening that he didn't go poking around for it... though it likely would have been difficult to miss. Instead, he got to work stoking up the forge for the day and inspecting the progress he was making on the throwing stars that she'd had him working on before.

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She could have brought this up tomorrow, but since it was a question related to the forge, Seivarden felt showing up today was a better idea.

Besides, it was more considerate not questioning Fjord about it in front of everyone at Caritas, wasn't it?

"Morning, she greeted, stepping through the door.

Fjord glanced up from where he was stoking the fire (and if Seivarden thought his shoulders were nice while he was pouring beer, they really had nothing on them when they were working a bellows and illuminated by firelight), and tilted his head a little.

Well. There was someone he hadn't expected to catch dead here. Unless she was here to make ugly life choices involving sending axes to people she was low-key stalking.

"Morning, Seivarden," Fjord greeted politely. "You know, we don't serve beer here?"

"I do have other interests, you know," she said leaning against the doorframe and admiring the view.

"True enough. You also like cats."

And ogling people who would really rather pretend it wasn't happening.

"But not, to my knowledge, swords."

Because Fjord did actually pay attention to these things.

"You do sell other things too," Seivarden pointed out.

Like impressive axes.

"But I'm actually here about a sword. The one that someone sent to me anonymously. Amaya told me you were the one who sold it."

"I am, yes," Fjord replied, giving an amused little snort. "You here looking for another one like it? Really was a nice sword."

Troll. Half-orc, but troll.

Seivarden rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on. You know I want to know who sent it, and I'm not going to hassle Amaya about it."

Fjord raised an eyebrow.

"So you intend to hassle me about it?"

"You were the one who told me to tell Rosa because she threatened Amaya. Are you going to tell whoever sent the sword to me if I hassle you? Or is that's just going to be my fault?"

Seivarden leaned against the doorframe. She felt she had a point there.

"You always have a choice to not hassle a person, Seivarden. I can take a bit of hassle, but I won't pretend to be half as patient as Amaya if it comes to threats."

He would pretty much destroy you, Seivarden.

That was a warning.

"I didn't say I would," Seivarden pointed out. "Just that you didn't tell Rosa that when she was making Amaya upset. Most of all I just want to know who it was."

"Never had the chance to talk to Rosa," Fjord pointed out. "I hold her every bit as accountable for her shit as I intend to hold you if you start it." He lifted his chin a little. "The facts as I see them are that you bought a weapon for somebody, and in doing so, you caused distress to another person. You had the ability to fix that, and so I suggested you do exactly that." He set down the bellows and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know fucking well that Amaya's got a policy protecting the privacy of her customers- you were willing to take advantage of it yourself. You gonna circumvent that and talk to me in the hopes that I've got less integrity than my boss, Seivarden?"

"Well, I did fix it," Seivarden said, fixing her gaze on Fjord. "And yeah, Amaya was serious enough about it that she destroyed the records so that Rosa couldn't get hold of them. She did say I could talk to you though. And you know well enough that someone is messing with me, and that's clearly something you think is reasonable to do."

Fjord arced an eyebrow.

"You can tell all that from an anonymous sword? My, Seivarden. I had no idea you were so perceptive."

Also, a complete ass. She was a complete ass.

"Is this sword causing you distress?"

He doubted it.

"No, but I don't see any other reason why someone would send me a weapon they know I'm not interested in."

She shrugged.

"But fine, if you want to get all defensive about this, suit yourself."

This wasn't even worth the nice view.

Fjord simply snorted in wry amusement at that.

"I'm not being unreasonable," he pointed out. "Simply pointing out what's looking like a significant failure to properly assess the facts."

Hypocrisy. He was pointing out some serious hypocrisy.

And absolutely at fault for that sword, yes, but the way Seivarden was approaching this was rubbing him so wrong he was absolutely going to double-down and milk this one. Possibly forever. He was a very stubborn man when he had a mind to be.

For. Ev. Er.

"Amaya tells me to go ahead and break her privacy policy, put the reputation of her business on the line, then I absolutely will. But I won't do it on your word alone."

"You've made that clear," Seivarden said. "I won't ask again."

And here she had been thinking they were sort of getting along.

Fjord could get along with anybody!

Except hypocrites who came in and immediately started trying to accuse him of exactly the wrong thing on faulty, manipulative, underhanded logic.

"Appreciate it," he replied simply. And then picked up the bellows and got back to work.

He was done with you, Seivarden.

The feeling was, for once, mutual. Seivarden turned and left.

If it wasn't for Amaya she'd dump the fucking sword somewhere, but at this point she was one of the few people here who's company she enjoyed.

"'Morning, Fjord."

Coffee? Two mugs? Amaya stifling a yawn from staying up probably much too late working on the ridiculously huge shuriken-shaped hunk of metal leaning against one of the walls right now?

Yup. It was definitely a Wednesday.

It was absolutely a Wednesday. Fjord grinned faintly as he set down the bellows and made his way over to collect on his morning coffee.

"Morning, Amaya. How goes it today?"

For the five minutes that she'd been up to make the coffee, thus far.

Wake up, get dressed, maybe run a hand through your hair and get some coffee going. Anything more was just being fussy.

"So far, so good," Amaya answered. "Could have maybe used a bit more sleep, but I guess I'll have to make sure to put those minutes to good use. Busy weekend, actually, between that project I've got and something else that popped up, but I'd much rather have that than the alternative."

"Better busy than bored and without work to do?" Fjord grinned a little. "So, how goes that project of yours, anyhow? The suspense has been killing me since Friday, Amaya."

"Has it now?" asked Amaya, chuckling a little. "Still look pretty alive to me, I'll have to try harder next time. And I'd almost start to worry that it's not going to live up to the expectations, but...nah. Not possible. Because..."

Here, Amaya took a gulp of her coffee before setting down her mug, since this was something that would require two hands, and then went to get the large shuriken from where it was against the wall, lift it up, and thunk it with appropriate showmanship on the nearest worktable. All three feet of it, meaning it was taller than she was when she'd set it on the table.

"This. It's this. How's this to fill in the gap where that axe used to be, huh?"

It wasn't finished, still pretty rough and not nearly as shiny as it would one day be, definitely not as shiny as she wanted it to be by today, but that didn't make it any less impressive, she felt, and she was stupid proud of it.

It was harder than it looked to make a whistle of approval around a pair of little baby tusks as they grew in, but so help Fjord, he managed it.

"Well, that is a mighty fine piece of equipment there, Amaya. It'll definitely leave a mark, if you can find someone who can throw it."

"I'll admit, I have been kind of wondering if there's any way it's even practical," Amaya noted, chuckling a little more before lifting the thing and setting it back down, leaning it against the worktable now, since it was a little difficult to hold a conversation from behind a large hunk of metal and, besides, she still had more coffee. "I was afraid I might have made a giant misstep, but there's no denying it'll be a pretty big sale...."

"It'll be the star of your weapons display in the meantime," Fjord offered.

Because, hey, sometimes he was also incorrigible.

"Really, though, knowing this place it's only a matter of time before somebody comes through who already knows their way around that exact weapon." A beat. "Somehow."

Hey! That was a good one, too!

Well, Amaya appreciated it, at any rate. "If anything, I know a few trolls," she said. "But I think I'll just be content getting to simply look at the thing every day."

Especially since weaponizing those trolls would just be asking for trouble. Well, perhaps not Olfie. He'd likely just use it to clean his nails.

"Weapon wall's supposed to be a way to let people know what they can expect, anyway, and that's not a bad message to send."

"Pretty fitting message for this place," Fjord mused. "If nothing else, it says you can make literally anything. And maybe that this island is exactly the sort of place one can expect a person to come looking for a giant metal star-shaped weapon."

"Boy, though," Amaya breathed out, shaking her head a little as she looked fondly down at the hunk of metal, "if someone does waltz in here, see this monster shining at them from the wall and think, 'That's the one for me!', I want to shake that person's hand."

...which might subsequenty crush her hand, she imagined, but that was a risk she was willing to take!

Shame Zack wasn't around. He had a friend back home who used more or less this exact thing...

And Cissnei was tiny.

"Really, it's only a matter of time," Fjord drawled, and then he broke into a chuckle. "Hell, if I thought I could do it any justice, I'd give throwing it a try myself."

It would not go far.

"...I think I need to see this, Fjord," Amaya said, after a loooong moment of being perhaps a little distracted as she put that thought into and image in her head. "When it's finished, it only makes sense, to have someone give it a go.

"Research, you understand," she added, though there was very little in that tone and that grin and that pump of her fist that seemed even remotely academic.

Hey, at least it was a pretty image, right?

"No guarantees I'll get it to go anywhere impressive," Fjord noted, after a pause. "I've never thrown a star like that in my life, after all."

The kind of pretty almost worthy of a frame, really, though Amaya'd be hard pressed to pick which part of the picture was the prettiest.

"I don't reckon many people have," she pointed out. "But if it makes you feel any better about it, I'll be happy to give it a whirl myself. For research. The more data, the better, right?"

"Could make an afternoon out of it," Fjord mused, grinning a little at the thought. "Take it to the park, somewhere with a lot of space to work with. See if we can get it to fly..."

"....hope all those ducks and flamingos have enough sense to get out of the way," Amaya added in a musing tone, gaining a grin of her own as the picture painted itself in a little more detail.

Then she snorted a laugh, shaking her head. "Well, a whole lot of good it's doing us, just standing around talking about it. Talk's all it'll be until I get around to actually finishing the blasted thing; might as well make good use out of the time I've got before I need to head on out, too."

"Certainly don't let me stop you," Fjord replied, grinning. "Would you like me to continue making the smaller ones in the meantime?"

"Long as you can stay out of the way," said Amaya, with a teasing note underneath the faint grunt that lifting the shuriken up again and setting it on one of the worktables had managed to get out of her, "I think that's a fine plan. How've they been coming along, anyway?"

"Not too badly," Fjord mused. Her teasing just made his grin broaden that slight bit more. "If you're planning on selling them by the set, I'd say there are enough ready to put a few out already. You're welcome to take a look if you'd like to check the craftsmanship, naturally."

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