When the door opens this evening, anyone nearby may get blasted with the stench of oil, and heat and harbour. The noise that blows in is of someplace busy, where no one is speaking English and alot of machinery and crates are getting moved around
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"Good fishing where you are?"
His clothing is always fairly simple, a linen shirt that's not as white as it might be from his days in the forge and some good quality breeches and nice leather boots.
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"Not really, because I'm not a fisherman. I was just on a boat."
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"Mind if I sit? This is only my second time here so it looks like we have the same sort of problem. I don't have a clue what anyone is unless they tell me.'
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He closes the metal working catalog beside him and offers Bruce a smile and hand to shake,
"I'm Sameth." His hands are calloused from using a sword and covered with the odd small burns you get from working near a forge while around his wrist is a deep burn.
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He shakes the hand, noting the small injuries as he sits down.
'What do you do?'
He has no scars, or signs of work injury, except across his palms from where he's been spending an hour a day doing chin-ups on a rusty bar.
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The prince part isn't as important here anyway.
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He relaxes back in his chair, holdng his glass of water.
"But I guess there are a lot of things I don't know. How long have you been stuck here?'
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He seems relaxed enough though (he's been practising).
"So you're a blacksmith?"
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His eyebrows go up at the remark.
"Prince of...where are you from?"
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He sympathises though. Being Bound would literally drive him out of his mind.
"Is it that bad here or do you just have something waiting for you back home?"
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He knows he can't. Royalty is busier than anyone. But he's good at polite conversation. He's been doing it for years.
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