Awaiting Delivery

[Tyr]

Tyr sat in a chair outside the Artificery, enjoying the sunlight. Floras was a good time of year, things were no longer cold but weren't yet blazing hot. Nature was bringing itself back to life, flowers were everywhere, it was a peaceful and beautiful time. It was the best possible place to be waiting for a delivery from the Kable Company, and even more so to wait for someone who might lead him to learning Sissak. Yes, it was nice outside...

But it was also boring. Tyr didn't like being idle, not when he could be practicing his craft and getting better, or making something new for people to use. There was a whole mess of thing for him to possibly be doing, sitting around waiting was almost wasting time. At least it was for a good reason though.

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Money was paid earlier so I'm not withdrawing anything now.

[Azuloth]

Na'ka arrived, a slender female skaldi sitting on a covered wagon. The horse at the front of the wagon was brown, and common looking. The skaldi herself was covered in a white cloak that for the most part hid her race, other than her hands and snout. The wagon pulled up right outside the artificery. The cloaked figure turned her head towards Tyr and hissed. Then she turned her head to the side to get one eye fully locked onto the young man. Over the eye came a waterproof film, then it went away.

"Youu arre Duke Mardok, no? Deliveryy."

Her voice was slow, each syllable pronounced purposefully. The female skaldi produced a piece of paper and would hand it down to him.

"Receipt, and delivery proof. Signn please."

Once signed and returned back to him she'd climb in the back and begin unloading. A sizable amount of iron, and leather. The leather came on several bolts. The iron came in a wooden box. On the back of the wagon were some blood splatters. Her cloak flapped occasionally, revealing that she was clad in leather and the occasional piece of iron armor. And she also had a sword dangling from her hip.

[Tyr]

Tyr roused himself to a more alert state as the wagon rolled up. No need to look like he'd fallen into a light nap while waiting. The Duke stepped up as the Skaldi named him, and nodded in response. Taking the receipt he walked briefly into his shop, grabbed a slim piece of charcoal, signed his name on the bottom, and brought it back, along with a pouch full of 476 Ritz. Delivery was much easier than having to go pick up the items himself and bring them back, saved him a lot of time. With the transaction complete Tyr immediately stepped in and helped the unloading process, taking only what was directed to be hid. The blood did concern him a little though.

"Trouble on the road I take it. In or out of the Duchy? Do you need any equipment maintained?" If it was outside then there was little he could do about it. Sending any sort of guard response would be...well it would be stepping into a gray legal area that could be bad. Inside his Duchy though, any bandits would face a very swift, very lethal response. Nice as Tyr was, banditry was not something he took kindly.

"I was also told to ask you about learning Sissak. Do you know anyone who would teach me?"

[Azuloth]

"Trouble no morree. Little bandit men are dead to the lasst."

She climbed back on top of the carriage as he was asking about Sissak. Her native tongue. Kable must have tipped the duke off. Well that was interesting to Na'ka. At least interesting in the way that her boss would suggest the duke ask her about others that could teach him Sissak. She could, but she won't. She had too much work to do. The Viper cocked her head to the side and looked at him with one big copper eye. She hissed.

"The valley where the river falls to the north of here. There's an old skaldi from before. You'd call him a hermit. He can teach much. He knowssss much. Saurian. He is called Nak'mantul. Bring raw flesh."

Unless the duke wished to speak with her more. Na'ka would leave the way she came.