Downtown Druid

Dantes flew across the docks and shifted into himself midair to land on his feet. He brushed some dust off of his dark green jacket, and stretched a bit. Flying so much was leaving his arms much more sore than he’d been expecting. Jacopo landed as a bat on his shoulder a few moments later before shifting back into a rat and climbing into the comfort of his jacket. Once he felt loose enough, Dantes stepped out of the alley and onto the street. He was in the guild district, and so saw the usual groups of tradesmen and adventurers passing by on their day to day business.

He wove his way through them, blending in easily with the crowd. He could’ve landed directly on the roof of his target, but didn’t want to rely on that too much. If he spent too much time flying, he’d miss out on the snippets of conversation and general impression the crowds of people could give him. Even just walking through the streets he was able to get the impression that weapons orders from the city were way up, and adventurers were getting a bit nervous about being sent away on jobs in countries like Viscent and Frasheid that seemed to be less friendly with Rendhold than they’d been in the past. He assimilated that information as he walked, eventually stopping outside of a blacksmith’s shop in the far corner of a plaza.

The sign for the shop said, “Steel’s Steel,” which Dantes thought was actually kind of a fun bit of wordplay, for a dwarf. He could hear the ting, ting, ting of hammer against metal even from outside and the heat of the forge radiated even from where he was standing. It was open of course, having that much heat in a fully walled off building would make little sense, but the flames, smoke, and steam made it hard to actually see within it until one got close.

Dantes walked in with his eyes squinted, and followed the noise of the hammer until he reached a dwarf hammering a scalding steel rod with a hammer. His hair, skin, and beard color couldn’t be discerned due to the sheer volume of soot and smoke that had clung to his skin. He was a few shades of gray darker than Dantes himself with all of that clinging to him. He wore goggles as he worked, and did so with tremendous focus and precision. All dwarves were squat and muscular, but the work of the forge had made Steel even more so than the average member of his people. Each of his fingers was as thick as a sword hilt, and his arms were so thick Dantes wondered why the hammer was even necessary, when he could just use his fists to flatten any metal out that he needed to.

Steel stopped his work for a moment, and inspected the piece of metal he was working with. He grunted, and put it to the side looking up at Dantes. He peeled his goggles off, and rested them on his forehead, revealing surprisingly pale skin and light blue eyes.

“If you’ve come with a big order, I can’t help you. I just took a job from the city that’s going to be keeping me very busy.” He spoke with a particularly thick accent, thicker than even Iron in the Mine and his people that had been close to the dwarven conclave in the city.

“Just a small order, and something a little different for Steel’s Steel and Steal.”

Steel squinted at him, “Ah, I should’ve been able to tell you were that type. Come one, step into my office.” He gestured with his hands toward a small enclosed part of the shop behind the forge, and walked through the door.

Dantes followed him, and found himself in a small workshop filled with tools that he guessed were for the measurement and inspection of goods rather than their creation.