Old Market.
Perhaps he had never bothered to really explore the city in earlier days, but now with the help of some well written directions he made his way through the streets of the Old Market District. As it was described, the building was right against the riverbank and form a distance, appeared to be in decent repair. Colleen herself didn't appear to be able to make it, and the keys to the forge were handed to him by a young woman who's name he forgot to get, but it was a small matter, it was time to take a look around.
The workshop was first. It was a bit dusty, but nothing seemed broken. The hearth appeared clean and would be ready for use with minimal work. the bellows received closer inspection, but no tears in the bags found, the wood seemed to be in good condition as well.
The anvil was large, if used, but a good anvil should be. The slack tub...that might need replacement, he wasn't sure if it would hold water or not. A few tool hung on the walls, though he still maintained ownership of a few of his own. Overall, it was a fine forge, plenty of room to work in and he was sure he'd be able to spend much time here.
That done, he took a quick moment to inspect the living quarters and there was indeed one. Nothing fancy, but he was fine with that. A little furniture and things would be fine. It was better than sleeping outside every evening he supposed.
Stepping outside once again he looked at the barren sign bar that hung above the door of the smithy, he already knew what the name of this place would become, saying it aloud as he grinned.
"The Silver Hammer..."
locking the door behind him he was out into the streets once more. One could not run a forge without supplies after all.
Perhaps he had never bothered to really explore the city in earlier days, but now with the help of some well written directions he made his way through the streets of the Old Market District. As it was described, the building was right against the riverbank and form a distance, appeared to be in decent repair. Colleen herself didn't appear to be able to make it, and the keys to the forge were handed to him by a young woman who's name he forgot to get, but it was a small matter, it was time to take a look around.
The workshop was first. It was a bit dusty, but nothing seemed broken. The hearth appeared clean and would be ready for use with minimal work. the bellows received closer inspection, but no tears in the bags found, the wood seemed to be in good condition as well.
The anvil was large, if used, but a good anvil should be. The slack tub...that might need replacement, he wasn't sure if it would hold water or not. A few tool hung on the walls, though he still maintained ownership of a few of his own. Overall, it was a fine forge, plenty of room to work in and he was sure he'd be able to spend much time here.
That done, he took a quick moment to inspect the living quarters and there was indeed one. Nothing fancy, but he was fine with that. A little furniture and things would be fine. It was better than sleeping outside every evening he supposed.
Stepping outside once again he looked at the barren sign bar that hung above the door of the smithy, he already knew what the name of this place would become, saying it aloud as he grinned.
"The Silver Hammer..."
locking the door behind him he was out into the streets once more. One could not run a forge without supplies after all.