Snippet #834890

Night had fallen, but the torches illuminated the market, as did Candusa. She walked down the steps of the palace front, while the aging stone nearly dissolved as she walked past it. The clapping of her feet on the stone ground even overnoised the never-ending discussion of the citizens in the market. She entered the blacksmith to hear the hammering of the hammer on the anvil, same as she did when she left previously. It was warm in there, and the man was still in there. He was coughing, and talking to the blacksmith in the back. Felicity came up to him.

"Ah, it's you again." he gloated, cackling up a few coughs. Felicity would of said that's nasty, but instead

"I have my metal for the new sword." she responded in her regular voice.

"Aye, let's see it." he responded in a low voice.

She took out the bag of rocks she had collected and untied the hard string covering it. She uncovered the materials, and showed them to him.

"Great metal. Rare in the desert, but makes a great thin blade. Is that what you be looking for?" he responded.

"Yes." she nodded. The man took the rocks and gave them to the skilled backsmith in the back of the stony office.

She waited.

(sorry for this short post Im very sleepy.)