Snippet #840676

Tashirena looked around now, after relaxing near the entire day. It was close to four in the afternoon, when she pushed herself up from the comfort of a tavern stool, and walked herself out of the establishment. She headed in the direction of the town's blacksmith, wondering where her four legged friend had stumbled off to...but payed it no mind. She'd run into him eventually. She felt it.

Once she got to the blacksmith, she pushed open the door. "Hey Orson! How are you today?" She inquired kindly to the old man behind the counter. He was wrinkled with age, and had small round glasses resting on his face. His face bore a smile of kindness. "Oh, quite fine, Tashy. Quite fine. Thank you for asking! Here for your armor, I assume?" He asked in return. "Haha...you know me like a book, Ors. Is it ready?" She questioned further. He chuckled, and waved her hand at her, motioning her to follow.

He lead her into his back room, where sure enough on an oaken stand was her armor, mended and polished. It seemed to shimmer even in the dull sunlight that shone through the windows. "Wow...nice job, old timer! You really made her like new again!" Tashirena said brightly, before walking over to it. The old man replied by puffing out his chest. "Of course! I'm the best!" He said, laughing. "Go ahead. Try it on!" She didn't need any more encouragement.

After a few moments, she had completely armored herself, the steel clanging as she moved. "Still fits perfectly." She stated. "And I'm not hampered much!" She picked up her shield, and moved her arm around, the large steel barrier familiar to her. "And this is still sturdy. I can feel by the reinforcement." She said with a great smile. She walked over to the elderly man, and bent a bit to hug him. "Thanks so much, Orson. Saved my butt again." She said to him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "It was no problem, for Tashirena, my only grandaughter." He said, hugging her back. "And you be careful, you hear! Let me know if anything happens. I expect letters!" He said with good spirits.

She walked out of the armory, jogging back to her abode, and making good time on the way there. Once there, she pushed open the door, and walked inside. She went to her bedroom, and aquired her weighted blade. It felt good to be armed and armored again. She strapped the blade to her waist, and smiled. This time, she went to her door, stepping outside, then locking it shut. She turned on her heels, and started down the road to the next village. She expected to be there by nightfall...