Searching for a Blacksmith

[Beobeth McWulf]

McWulf wanders the town, searching for the one thing that would make his life easier. A blacksmith. Just one measly little store. But it seems that he cannot find it. In fact, he is lost, but not showing it, he wanders on, searching for teh elusive blacksmith shop.

"One would think that the smith would be easy to find in a town..." He mutters under his breath. "I cannot believe this... Just my luck." He continues muttering. "Shoulda stayed with my family. What was i thinking. Stupid stupid me..." He says, shooting his eyes at the signs of the stores searching for that one thing that he believes would make his life easier.

[GriffenMaster]

McWulf suddenly heard loud talking to his right. A man and a woman were complementing another man's longsword. McWulf wanted to get a better look, but he did not want to rush over there and appear rude. McWulf slowly walked over to the group pretending to be interested at the small objects in the window in a nearby shop. He slowly cocked his head to get a better a view of the sword. It was the most beautiful thing he ever saw!

"Isn't it great?" the man said. "It cost me a pretty crown too. I'm not complainin' though, it was well worth it, trust me. McWulf didn't pay attention to their laughter. He was still in awe about this piece of work. Usually, something extravagant like this would only be owned by nobles, only for show. This longsword however, looked remarkably strong, able to break any enemy's defense. "I must know where you have gotten this sword!" Mcwulf blurted out. The woman jumped back in surprise. "Excuse me? Were you listening to our conversation?" the other man snapped. "Yes, I'm truly sorry, but I need to know where you got that! You see, I've been looking for a blacksmith ever since I reached this place." The man with the longsword stared at him for a short time before speaking. "Well, since you seem like you are in dire need of a blacksmith, I guess I could take you to the person who made it. He doesn’t live far from here actually. At this, the man and the women gave their goodbyes and walked away.
"By the way," the man with the longsword added, "The name's Drollen." "I'm McWulf." "Nice to meet you." The two walked down the northern street to the blacksmith.

[Beobeth McWulf]

OOC: I thnink there needs to be a GM involved with this... unless u havent gotten your title from citizen changed yet.