Ruingate: Ironfist's Weapons This shop is about fifteen by twenty feet. The walls are made of smooth and clean oak planks. Close to the front of the room, next to the left wall is a large rack of polearms, spears, lances, and javelins. Also along the right wall are pieces of armor, from buckler shields to full body shields, many helmets, examples of ring mail, scale armor, even plate armor. The back wall has a wooden door in the middle of it, leading to the forge. In the back right of the room is a table, with a red silken covering on it, and it is scattered with smaller blades, daggers, knives, and dirks. The right wall still has weapons spread over it, hung by pegs. Just by a quick glance you see swords, sabers, cutlasses, scimitars, rapiers, and many others. Everything is well forged with good quality metals. In the center of the room is a big oak work table. On it is some unfinished and damaged blades Ironfist is working on, as well as the tools and whetstones he needs. With: [DYN] Lady (Sheva) na'Jirael Soulslash

Ironfist is sitting behind his work table, swords and parts of swords strewn across the table. There are dark rings under the ferret's eyes, and his fur is disheveled. He yawns loudly as he is putting an edge on the Slaughterthane's halberd, which is newly tempered, polished, and engraved, but the ferret is fighting to stay focused.

Knock. A gentle knock, but repeated. Knock. Pushing the door open, the Lady Regent enters the room. She looks around the room once, then smiles at the hardworking ferret. "Good morning," she offers as she walks further into the room, one paw unconsciously on her swollen belly.

The whetstone goes clattering on the floor as the ferret startles. The ferret grins self-consciously and carefully puts the halberd down. "Oh, good mornin', Lady Sheva! Is there something I can 'elp you with?" The scarred shopkeeper slowly stands up, his joints cracking, and heads around the table towards the fox.

Sheva smiles, still a bit sleepy. "There is, good weaponsmith, but you don't need to stand to meet me. It appears that you could use the rest." She nods to him, looking at the large pile of items heaped on his worktable.

Ironfist shakes his head, "No, it's quite a'right; I need to stretch my old limbs. Do want a chair, my Lady? I'd be more than happy to fetch one..." He glances at the work table and continues, "Your Slaughterthane, Bane, asked me to do some work on his Halberd, and he wants a partial suit of armor, and enough swords, polearms, and shields for the Deathforgers...I'm thinking I need to hire a helper to have a chance to finish it all, provided I can get enough iron and good stout staves..." The ferret sighs quietly, then straightens, "But I will set it aside to do your bidding, my Lady. What is it you need?"

Sheva shakes her head, "No chair, but thank you. I wanted to commission a sword for my son. He's turning 2, but a simple practice sword made to his size would please him I think." She gazes around the room, but all she sees is large weapons. "How long will it take you? I can see that you have nothing his size."

You say, "...Probably two or three days depending...Do you want it plain or ornate? I assume you want it to not be sharpened, although there might be advantages for him to learn the importance to respect sharp edges when he is that young."

Sheva smirks. "He already has, when playing with his father's sword." She pauses, footpaw tapping on the floor as she thinks. "I think it should be plain, as he'll be growing out of it. Nothing fancy, and not sharpened. But he needs to get the feel of a metal sword, rather than the wooden one I made him."

Ironfist nods, thinking. "It's a good idea to start teaching the art when young, it will help him grow strong and fast and lean. I think I can have a very nice looking blade for him in two days. I can polish it up and engrave your crest into it, he can always use it as a letter opener when he is older." The ferret grins. "Seriously though, I'd be honored to make it for the young Prince."

Sheva smiles at the ferret. "If you can find a small bit of crystal to put as the pommel, he'll be more than happy. And perhaps when he's a bit older, you might have your helper. Judging how he acts now, he'll want to know everything there is to know about making weapons."