video; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ Koltira's coming to you live from the latest addition to Oska: a blacksmith's forge, newly constructed on the castle grounds. He's standing over the anvil, hammer in hand, his implacable expression as unreadable as ever. His saronite breastplate is on the anvil, repaired back to its dark and ominously gleaming glory. The hearth behind him blazes with hungry fire, and the stone walls--already black with soot--are hung with various tools for cutting, shaping, and otherwise manipulating metal.

He lifts the hammer--a tremendous, black thing that looks like it could easily smash someone's head in--such that its oak handle rests against his bare shoulder. He's wearing only a pair of rough black trousers, slung loose on his hips; his pale hair is tied back into a ponytail. The glowing blue tattoos across his chest and forearms cast shadows in the dim forge light, evoking the silhouettes of blades over the cream-colored bricks.

Friendly and innocuous, as usual. ]

I asked Lloyd for a forge, and my petition was granted.

[ He taps the breastplate with his free hand. ]

I needed to repair my armor after answering Achilles's challenge.

[ Koltira speaks tonelessly, as though referring to ancient history, though the fight weighs on him still. He pauses for just a second, his long ears twitching, and then he moves on. ]

I have materials enough for other repairs, should you require them. If you'd like a weapon crafted, I can accommodate a few requests on that score as well.

[ He bows his head slightly. ]

You need only ask.

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[respired]

[ That's interesting, if true. Koltira's ears perk forward slightly. ]

Oh?

[ He taps his chin. ]

My people are able to consume magic. If you are ever without such a container, I could help you.

[fourscores]

I can't say I've ever heard of anyone having their magic consumed, ending well. I appreciate the offer however.

[respired]

[ He shrugs. ]

It is not so painful a thing, done carefully. But, as you wish.

[fourscores]

Perhaps in future, should I ever get to know you. For now, I would prefer making my containers.

[respired]

Then the forge is open to you, stranger.

[fourscores]

Khada Jhin.

[Might as well give his name, if they'll potentially end up talking again.]

And thank you, I appreciate it.

[respired]

Koltira Deathweaver.

[ He bows his head slightly, his ears curling at the tips. ]

I expect I will see you soon.

[fourscores]

It's a pleasure.

[He'd offer a bow in return if he weren't using just audio.]

Quite likely.