Excuse to acquire

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Jonathon strolled along the rough road, having left Fordeth long ago (by his standards) on his journey to this particular duchy and hoping that the journey would be worth it. He'd heard that the smith here made particularly high quality goods, and knowing what he did about the upcoming mission he'd been called to participate in he thought it was time that he got an upgrade from the poor quality toys that he'd gotten in the markets. They truly were bad quality workmanship, but he'd had to make do with them really he'd had no other choice about it, after his encounter with the bandits however he realised just how poor his equipment really was and considering what he'd be facing this time if he couldn't even manage a few bandits he'd be incredibly hard pressed to survive here.

The thought had of course never crossed his mind that it could be his fault that the bandits had beaten them and left them for dead, no it was the poorly made armour he wore and the old blade he'd purchased that had spelt his loss. The blade was badly made so had swung wonkily and the armour wasn't strong enough to stop anything even so pitiful as what those bandits were brandishing, purely his equipment's fault.

Finally though he'd made the journey to where he'd been told a rather good blacksmith resided, he was covered in dust from travel and held what little coin he had in a small bag at his side as he strode up to the building he thought to be the blacksmiths, knocking loudly on the door before entering, fully confident in the fact that as a crown-licensed mage hunter he could behave how he wanted infront of a mere blacksmith.

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[Tyr]

Tyr sat in his workshop mulling over some charcoal drawings on wooden boards. They wouldn't make sense to most, he kept the overall concept in his head and broke down complicated parts on the boards. Right now he was working on a mechanical means to transport ore from the mine back to a central facility using water power. If built properly it could also provide a means of transport for the miners as well, shortening their day considerably. The worker's families would love that.

The Shaper peered up as someone knocked, taking quick stock of the person as they entered. The carefully trimmed hair and hard look gave him an idea of military. The slightly pointed ears threw a wrench at that one, but it didn't stick just yet. You never knew sometimes, there were people who simply enjoyed that level of precision in appearance, and he'd been learning recently that part-Elkagr went all over the personality spectrum. Setting the boards onto a corner table the Duke stood to greet the newcomer. He dusted the charcoal from his hands via apron while walking, and extended a hand in greeting.

"Welcome to the Mardok Artificery. I am Tyr, the resident Shaper. What can I make you?" He liked that greeting, he'd need to stick with it. It would get the words Artificery and Shaper out there into the world more, plus it jumped right to the point. Most people came to an Artificery to have something made, and if you didn't then a longer conversation was probably needed anyway.