« on: May 06, 2013, 03:20:17 AM »
Tybalt remembered the journey to Cyven, it had been pretty uneventful, which he had been glad for. He'd travelled with a caravan, working as a guard to pay his way. The size of the city had impressed him as it had appeared on the horizon, the architecture of the had been even more impressive, he'd made the right choice to come here. There was wealth and an appreciation of workmanship here.
Tybalt had been heading for the guild hall when he felt powerful magick being used in a building ahead. The sign above the door had a flame and anvil on it. He was pay it when he felt a blast at his back, he turned to see the same building now ablazeand two buildings alongside it also on fire. Others on the street turned to look but otherwise ignored the building.
Stopping a passerby, he asked about what had happened, "That be mistress Chloe Black's shop, you'll never find a better metalsmith nor blacksmith in the city. Though some do wish she'd learn some finesse."
Confused, Tybalt continued to the guild hall, he was hoping they could point him to lodgings for the night and suppliers within 'sthe city. If he was to live and work here, he'd need them. Maybe they could explain more about Miss Black too.
He was pulled out of his musings when he felt powerful magic being used, he remembered the Shaman rummaging around inthe shop but had payed him no notice. He went out into the yard and watched the Shaman for a while before asking, "What are you doing with those blanks and are you planning to pay for them?"