[The Silver Woundwort] Silversmith

[Adder]

The Silver Woundwort

Description:

Just below the city wall to the east of the Doli gate was a clearing in the buildings, one of a number that could be found around the walls. This one though at the Northern end of the city basked in the suns, protected somewhat by the winds that whipped down from the mountains by the wall that also trapped and held the heat from the suns. Trees grew here, carefully tended and formed an enclave for the fae population. Amongst them could be found a number of artisans, perhaps the most well known was the Silver Woundwort. It sat at the south of the glade of trees where it's other race visitors didn't need to push through the pathless trees.

A round structure, clearly of druidic influence was the home of the silversmith. A number of smaller trees curved up and at what would be head height on a human came together into an ornate plait from which the branches and leaves came. Down on the curve, branches had been plaited in and grown so that the walls were solid and yet allowed through a draught of air. At the back of the shop was a charcoal brazier that burnt all through the era regardless of weather. In front of it stood a large workbench on which stood a variety of small anvils, clamps and assorted pots out of which gouges sprouted like strange dried flowers.

Goods & Services:

Not only fae goods were dealt with here, indeed arguably most of the work was fine detail on other goods. Everything was bespoke and made to order though some things such as simple rings were held in racks at the side of the workbench.

Custom orders, decorations, inlays in precious metals and all manner of fine work were the products dealt with in the shop.

NPCs:

Jonas Brightwing (NPC's Title)

Secrets : Name: Jonas Brightwing Race & Gender: Sprite, male Age: 560 Physical Description & behavior: An elegantly shaped sprite, Jonas wore a soft brown leather suede apron and nearly always seemed to have a hammer in his hand. Hazel eyes and light brown hair tied into a short ponytail that rested on the back of his neck. He spoke softly and had an innate love of precious metals that showed through in the way that he handled them. History: Originally from near Natura, Jonas moved to Primus to further his studies in silver smithing when he was still in his two hundreds. Skills: Level 3 silversmith Items or Property Of Note: Silver Woundwort Can this NPC be used by players in self-moderation or training situations?: Yes

Admin:

Secrets : Distrinct: Northern Parish: n/a Gang Affiliation: N/a Type of Location: Smith Notability of Location: Common Knowledge Training/Employment Opportunities: No Can This Location Be Self Moderated?: Yes Credits: Adder

[Amber Brightwing]

Brightening 8 of the Fourth Cycle of The Month of Ponutis in the Season of Spring
Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening

Jonas Brightwing at the Silver Woundwort. Amber had been quite surprised at the answer on her question where she could find some silverwork. It had been some time now since she had met anyone else with that name and she was wondering if he was related somehow. Not that she indented on finding out. She was going to keep a low profile and had no intention to converse more with the Fae population then would be needed.

She was flying according the directions she had been given without her body guards. Such big escorts only attracted more attention, something you generally avoided when keeping a low profile. The main reason why they had come along in the first place was that riding a horse was quite a bit faster then flying, but not something a Fae-sized being was able to do. The added security was nice of course, but not a necessity. She generally relied on hiding and was quite capable of fending off trouble on her own. There were several dead orcs and Imperial soldiers that were the proof of her capabilities.

As she pushed open the door, she couldn’t help but feel claustrophobic for a moment, uncomfortable at the sudden lack of space. The place was no doubt big enough by Fae standards, but it had been a long time since she had seen much Fae sized stuff or been in one of their buildings. After a the initial short disorientation she quickly pulled herself together again and walked over to the counter.

“Serale, I’m looking for some simple rings. Ten of them to be more exact and preferably of excellent quality. They’ll need to serve for imbuements.”

“ I can assure you, all our rings are of excellent quality so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Two hazel eyes focussed on her, almost challenging her to prove the contrary, but the smile on his face showed that there was no harm in the statement. “Which ones of these fit you the best?” A few rings were laid before her to try on. “What Sphere are you practicing?”

Harmless conversation, but not a question she could truthfully answer without getting into problems. She would have sighed at the question if it wasn’t that it had been an expected one. She could have tried to avoid the subject, but then what did one need ten rings for? It would almost certainly have come up at some point so she had decided just go ahead and get it out of the way. Lying was something she tried to avoid, but right now it was just the easy way out.

“None so far. They are to be a gift for a friend. I think these will probably fit him just fine.” She held up one of the rings she was given and handed it over to the smith.

“Ok. I don’t have that much in stock though, so you’ll have to come back in a few days. We’re the eight now, so I should have them done by… Well, if you drop by in the afternoon the tenth they’ll be ready for you to come and pick them up.” He took a piece of paper and started scribbling. “I’ll come to five crowns for the lot. What name can I put the order under miss…?”

“I’m Amber.” She put five crowns on the counter, not concerned on whether she only needed to pay a part in advance or not. The sum was such a small one compared to the number she was used to working with these days. “I’ll be back to pick them up in two days then.”

With that she left the shop again, returning to pick up her package a couple of days later.