Leaving those words hanging in the air, Gearhart motioned for Mike to wait while he went through a door leading to the smithy portion of the shop. After a few monts, the sounds of banging of tal on tal halted for a second, only to be followed by a loud and brash female voice.
"What? Why would I do thatGold? So? I'm busyalright, alright. I'll do it, but only for an hour. I've got things to work on."
[I wonder what the state of the soundproofing industry is like in this world.]
Gearhart returned swiftly and walked back to his place at the counter. "My wife agrees with your proposition. Before we begin, I would like to discuss terms. Since my wife, Brigitte, is one of the finest smiths in the capital, it's only reasonable to place a high price on her ti. As such, I cannot ask for less than five gold per hour."
Mike cocked an eyebrow at that. Five gold seed extravagant by the standards of this world. After living modestly for much of his reincarnated life, he'd developed a vague understanding of how much the average person made over the course of a work day.
[Are they trying to test ? I suppose a wealthy noble with more money than they know what to do with would be willing to pay that kind of ridiculous price.]
"Are you sure you didn't get confused? Five silver sounds much more reasonable." Mike replied with the false smile he used while bargaining.
Returning the smile in turn, Gearhart, shook his head. "Dear custor, I did not misspeak. My wife hails from Theldholm, the sa Theldholm which is famous for its skilled blacksmiths. She is also the sole heir of an ancient family of tal workers. Due to tragic circumstances, she was force to flee to Almir where she started this store. It is a rare opportunity to study under the tutelage of a real Theldon master smith, well worth the price of five gold coins. However, since you seem like an enterprising lad, perhaps I can offer you a small discount, just this once. Four gold per hour is the lowest I can feasibly go."
[So that's how he wants to play it.]
"While that is indeed an impressive background, I still can't quite bring myself to pay such a steep fee for a hour of your wife's ti. Perhaps I should look elsewhere. I've heard good things about the 'Hamred Bronze' smithy down the street" Mike let his words hang in the air as he started to slowly turn, as if seriously considering leaving.
"Dear custor, I must advise that you desist with these ideas of yours. Malin, the owner of 'Hamred Bronze' is a drunken sluggard who doesn't know the difference between a cross peen and a chasing hamr. If you want to waste your ti beating ineffectually on a slab of tal, then be my guest. However, if you want to learn proper blacksmithing then you need look no further than our worthy store. Since I would hate to see a promising young student like yourself at the hands of such a terrible teacher, I would be willing to offer the one-ti price of three gold, five silver per hour."
[Ah, I have you now.]
Mike paused as if to consider, "I had not heard that about Malin. Your words have definitely given much to think about. Nevertheless, I am not so rich as to spend my money in such an irresponsible fashion. Perhaps a second opinion is in order."
"Now, now, dear custor, why don't we talk-" Gearhart started before he was interrupted by the door slamming open.
A giant of a woman, dressed in a blacksmith's apron stomped in and swept the pair of them with her gaze. She blew an errant strand of blonde hair out of her soot-streaked face before speaking in a thunderous and confident voice. "What's taking so long? Is this the guy you were talking about? Feh, he's all sticks and bones. I'm sorry lad, but you'll never make it as a blacksmith with arms like that."
Suppressing a chuckle at Gearhart's sour face, Mike took a mont to use Appraise on his prospective teacher.
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Brigitte Steelblood
Age: 36
Race: Human
Class: Master Smith
Title: Storm Driven Survivor
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[Assuming Master Smith is and advanced version of the Smith class, she's definitely qualified.]
"You must be Brigitte, your husband and I were just working out the details of the paynt-" He started, before being interrupted as well.
"Just pay him a gold and be done with it. Co on, we have smithing to teach you." She gave him just enough ti to drop a single coin on the counter before picking him up with ridiculous ease, and slinging him over one shoulder.
Under different circumstances, he might have found Gearhart's resulting facepalm entertaining, however, it was a little difficult to enjoy it from his uncomfortable perch.
The smithy Brigitte carried into him was a disorganized ss by any standard. Tools, partially finished projects, and half-eaten plates of food were scattered around without any rhy or reason. The entire room was sweltering, thanks to an elaborate forge in one corner of the room, which was currently filled with softly glowing coals.
After dropping him haphazardly next to one of the anvils, Brigitte handed him a set of leathers that were a little too big for him. "Here, put these on. We'll get you trained up right. At least for the hour you've paid for."
She laughed at that, "Ha, I feel like one of them painted ladies. Anyway, hurry up. I got a sword blade in the forge as we speak. That's what you want to learn about, right?"
Mike quickly put the protective gear and followed the andering path the woman cut through the miscellaneous junk that clutter the smithy. By the ti he got there, Brigitte already had a set of tongs in hand, and was pulling a glowing rod of tal out of the forge. Without any preamble, she handed it to him, and pointed to a nearby anvil. "Put it down there, and start hamring."
[That's it? Shouldn't I get a little more instruction?]
Deciding to go with the flow, Mike picked up a promising looking implent and prepared to start swinging, but stopped when Brigitte called out. "Not that one, use this one." She handed him an almost identical hamr. "Alright, go ahead. You don't want it to get too cool."
With an internal sigh, Mike fell into the rhythm of work, trying to recall how they did it in the movies. Every ti he thought he was starting to get the hang of the complicated process, Brigitte would break in with her 'instruction.'
"Not like that. Hit it harderToo hard! Try to make a 'bink' noise every ti it lands. No, not like that."
This continued for one sweltering, ntally exhausting hour, until Gearhart called from the open door, signaling that the ti he'd paid for had ended.
"That's it, then. Not bad for your first ti." Brigitte comnted while ushering him out of the smithy. "Next ti we'll work on actually making sothing."
Before he knew it, Mike was standing outside, feeling slightly nonplussed. The last hour had been a blur of confusing commands, but sohow it felt like his body had figured out what to do. He took a mont to check his [Status] and confirm his hunch, not surprised to see the new skill.
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- Basic Blacksmithing (Tier 1, Rank 2) -
The art of fashioning a variety of implents and items out of forged tal. Minor system correction to practitioner's knowledge and ability in regards to smithing. Functions as the Prerequisite and Limiter for all other forms of smithing.
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[I wonder if that ans I need a second skill to make weapons and armor.]
He took a mont to clean himself off with Lifestyle Magic, since he was covered in soot and slled like the inside of a furnace, before hunting for a coach to take him back to the University. Judging from how dark it had gotten, he was getting close to the curfew. Doing so ntal arithtic, he realized just how short on ti he was. Cursing his lack of foresight, he picked up the pace.
A short carriage ride, and run through campus later, Mike slid into the dorm with only seconds to spare, startling a few of the maids who had congregated in the lobby. Apologizing for his actions, he went upstairs.
The others had returned already, looking strangely exhausted. They had collapsed in the living room, and hadn't built up the energy to move just yet. Amused, Mike went around a delivered small doses of Healing Magic to restore their stamina, before asking how things went.
"We were doing fine initially," Sera explained tentatively, "The island was relatively deserted by the ti we got there, and finding the herbs was pretty simple. In less than an hour, we'd gathered enough, and were heading back to the boat, when" She trailed off.
"When things beca Mike-worthy." Brenden filled in with a dark laugh.
"So what happened?" He asked, feeling slightly vindicated.
Sera seed unwilling to answer, or even look him in the eye, so Tal filled in. "Attacked. Sanghuin."
He gave her a blank look.
"She ans angry fish people." Brenden explained. "The whole island was attacked by a small army of the things. We had to rally the newbie adventurers to hold them off long enough for reinforcents to arrive from the city. Luckily, they seed to be unused to fighting on land, so even the Rank 1s could hold their own. At least until the higher tier monsters started showing up. There were handful of dangerous Sanghuin warriors, and even a Tier 2 mage. The three of us ended up taking those ones on by ourselves. Which was difficult, but manageable, until so kind of mutant shark thing rose from the waters."
"So many teeth" Sera said while staring into the distance with a bleak look on her face.
"Don't mind her, she had another close call. Anyway, we eventually managed to take it down by sealing its movents and letting Tal drop a massive pointy rock on its heads."
[Heads?]
"Is everyone alright?" Mike was starting to feel slightly guilty about not being there.
"Miraculously, we managed to avoid any deaths, but it was a close thing. One of the newbies turned out to be a fully established Teunite Priest, who had joined the Adventurer's Guild mostly out of curiosity. He's still working his way up the rankings, so he picked up the sa herb gathering request we had. We're luck he did, since his healing and support spells really made the difference." The beastman continued.
"Wow, sounds rough," was all he could say once Brenden had finished his account. The group lapsed into silence for a mont.
"Day off?" Tal asked, emotionless eyes more unreadable than usual.
"My day? It was pretty ta all things considered. Very relaxing. Couldn't have been more peaceful."
Sera whimpered slightly. It looked like she was ready to cry.
"Anyway, you guys rest up. We don't have much going on tomorrow, so why don't you all focus on taking it easy." Mike suggested, feeling slightly guilty for a different reason.
The others agreed, evidently too ntally tired and demoralized to even argue. Mike watched them go about the preparations to sleep with mixed feelings.
[I need to figure out a way to communicate with them over long distances. Sothing to add to the list I suppose. Anyway, at least nothing really unusual happened during my day off.] He thought to himself.
He paused for a second, then face pald. [Did I really just raise another flag? Why do I do this to myself?!]
He waited, looking around warily. After a few minutes, and a few confused glances from his party mbers, Mike finally relaxed. [Looks like I'm safe this ti...damn.]
The building started shaking violently, making it difficult to even stand up. He heard the sounds of breaking dishes in the kitchen, and the panicked cries of his party mbers. It felt like they were caught in an earthquake.
"I don't know what's going on, but I feel like its Mike's fault!" Brenden yelled from another room.
[One day. Why couldn't I just have one day.]
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