Sharia walked through the entryway to the inn, and spotted a rather large crowd of patrons. She walked into the room, hearing the low murmor of voices, and looked around, taking in the scene, and the strangers....
Cloaked One: A man of average height...average build...the man's face hidden deep within the hood of his heavily encompassing cloak. When he speaks, it is with two voices simultaneously. He carries with him a crudely forged scythe, modified from a chain flailed staff, in recognition of a man who once enlightened him.
One of the patrons, a cloaked man, laughed outright, his hand scratching away at the back of his neck, "...the second queen of darkness, and you'd require the services of an out-of-practice blacksmith, who's out of practice because he's died," he said, and his grin beamed for miles, "...What do you need done?"
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"Lookeh!" said a very exotic, tall, slender woman with tatoos, and purple hair and eyes, as she extended her hand, showing a dragon who sat nearby her new wedding band which was made from plain old platinum, but with tiny intricate carvings.
The dragon, tilting her head, smiled while looking toward the band. "Congratulations, Lore."
Another woman chuckled as well. "Queen of Shadows," she corrected with a point of her hand. Rocking back and forth on her heels, she said, "Besides I am not a Blacksmith. I am merely the weapon without protection. In other words I would like to know how good you are with making armour, and swords?" she said to the cloaked one casually.
Lore, as the dragoness had called the woman with the engagement ring, studied the cloaked man that the other woman was speaking to. She was not eavesdropping, and seemed to not really care what they were discussing, but the look on her face was one of....familiarity....
"Armour, I've never tried....never felt the urge to hide behind chain or plate....though the sword....of what sort are you interested?" replied the cloaked one.
"Short swords. Light and strong ones—and alot. Alot of swords," the second woman said to the man in the cloak, though she did seem a little disappointed at the fact the man did not make armour. Or rather, had never tried it. She asked, "Would you like to do an experiment' Just for little old interesting me?"
"Lore, meet Alexandyr," the dragoness said as she nodded toward the man the second woman was speaking with, then let her gaze drift around the commons....
"You're suspiciously quiet. What kinna trouble you plotting?" Lore asked the dragoness.
The dragon arched an eyeridge at the question, and said with indignation, "Who said I was plotting anything..?"
"We've met, I believe....not formally though" the other woman grinned at the dragon, "You usually are."
Looking back to Lore, the dragoness scrunched up her snout, and said, "I am not. Trouble finds me, not the other way around."
The cloaked one, whom Sharia thought had been introduced as Alexandyr, turned back to Lore and nodded lightly. "'ello, Lorelie," he said, his eyes widening just a tad, with a, "Nice to meet you," then he turned back to Lucy, and said, "Define....a lot?"
Lore looked dazed a moment, her hand raised in a silent half wave....
The dragoness' blue eyes blinked as she waved her tail in front of Lore's face.....Lore snapped back to reality, then blushed, laughing....
Alexandyr tilted his head, one eye squinting a bit, "...What sort of experiment' And who are you arming?"
Lucy Ravenlock paused, then with a thoughtful expression as she looked at ground, bit her lower lip for the moment.
"Well, the lowest amount I think I'd possibly need is roughly about two-thousand?"
She laughed at his further questions—not insultingly, for he was curious and had a right to ask why.
"Armour for me. And as for the swords that would be for my use."
"I thought I lost you there," the dragoness grinned as she wrapped her tail back around her side, letting the tip come to rest on her forelegs....
Lore patted her belly a bit, and apologized for her momentary distraction, "Sorry....hormones....make me sorta spacey. " Lore wouldn't show for ages yet, but from what she said, it was apparent to Sharia that she was gonna be a mama sometime soon.
The cloaked one's eyes burst open, and with a single fleeting chuckle upon his breath, asked, "Do you realize how long it'd take me to forge two thousand swords?" his smile was playful, but pondering....
Sharia regarded the exchange between the others with some mild amusement, but she was also somewhat concerned, after awakening in a strange place as she had. Glancing toward the door for a moment, the dragon nodded a greeting to her, then looked back to Lore, blinking as Lore sat on the floor, curling up at the dragon's side affectionately....
"I knew you'd say that," Lucy said to the cloaked one, "Though I'd understand it'd take you a long time—by yourself that is. Would you not be able to hire other blacksmiths under your employ' Ah....Look at me, I am telling you what to do with your own profession....I'm sorry," she shook her head, "It's okay, forget the swords. I suppose I could find some big silly company to do it..." she said with a raised brow, "However the armour" I'd pay you for it."
His mouth opened to refuse, but he cut himself short and again that grin slipped across his face, "Armor of what sort' Plate, chain....scaled.....?"
Lucy shrugged, "What's best against every type of weapon' I want an armour that can really protect me. Every inch almost. Head to toe kina thing—and the weight' I wouldn't worry, I am definitely stonger than I look."
The dragoness remained settled beside Lore, not moving much so as not to displace her friend....
"Knowing my luck, my child will be as mischevious as your own" Lore grinned to her.
"I'm not sure about that," the dragon replied. Grinning as she looked down at Lore beside her, the dragoness smiled, "After all....they take after their father."
"Anything like the daddy, will be," Lore giggled and nodded, and Sharia decided she liked them already, just from the friendly banter they obviously shared....
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