Evening, outside -- two pups for the price of one

[ostro_goth]

The sun is going down, and Urquhart is wandering about in the garden with two large watering cans, watering plants. He can at least simulate being a useful member of this odd little afterlife, so existence would be less fraught with hassle and suspicion. He is quite willing to be seen doing something so eminently harmless. Additionally, he did

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[notimewarp]

Tim, being the sort of idiot to attach a scope to his paint ball gun, is busy people watching from his hole near the edge of the forest. Watching Urquhart with the watering cans isn't especially exciting, but it is oddly entertaining.

Of course, the problem with watching anyone through a scope is that the sunlight reflects quite nicely from the glass lens.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends, as he has done several times before, to pluck off some weeds, or dry leaves.

But when he straightens up again, he lifts his hand as if to wave, and then an overripe strawberry hits the scope with a soft, reddish splash.

[notimewarp]

"Awh, come on, now!" Tim calls. "What'd you have to do that for?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart comes closer, carrying his watering cans.

"Oh, it's you!" he says. "I'm sorry. I just saw a suspicious glint from the foliage."

A time there was, not long ago, when Urquhart would have shot a bolt, or at least lobbed a stone.

[fowl_beast]

There is a woman at the enterance of the forge, clothed in black leather... well, no, the black hide of some large reptile. She is carrying something large wrapped up in black velvet.

Gee, whiz, get a new wardrobe, Lateri... Black this, black that.

Evil Chicken is up a tree, observing. He doesn't want to rouse the suspicion of the forge cats like he did last time. Though... it might be difficult for them to ignore the woman. She doesn't smell human and she has the scent of that giant chicken on her.

"Hello?" the woman greets. "Are you busy right now?"

[ostro_goth]

"No," Teja says. He is just standing there.

Only Count is busy, licking.

[fowl_beast]

She unwraps what was in the velvet and shows it to him.

"Could you sharpen this for me? I was practicing with it and it got dull..."

What she is holding appears to be a sickle attached by a chain to a 7 foot pole. It looks like some odd mutation of the flails farmers used in the middle ages. Well, if they existed in Teja's days, anyway.

"The blade is made of silver, I wasn't sure how to sharpen it, or even if I should."

[ostro_goth]

"I can sharpen it, but it will not hold an edge long," Teja says. "Silver is too soft. I make blades to be used against were-creatures by those that fear them, or hunt them in their world, made of layered and folded bronze and silver."

[makesthings]

Sameth spotted the forge when he was looking around this strange place and ran over to it.

The smith is standing in front of the door and Sameth gets up his courage and bows to him,

"Hello, sir."

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks at him, astonished.

"You have a Charter mark," he says.

[makesthings]

"Yes, sir, I'm going to be a great Charter Mage when I grow up and Abhorsen."

He beams at Teja, this should make it easier to spend time in the forge.

[ostro_goth]

"What is your name, boy?" Teja asks.

[doyousmellfudge]

An archaeological dig in Okinawa has just turned up something that is relevant to Artie's interests. But before he can send Pete and Myka to retrieve it, he needs to make certain... preparations.

With that in mind, he approaches the forge with a purposeful stride, ever-present black bag in his hand.

"Excuse me--ah, Teja, right? Are you in charge here?"

[ostro_goth]

"I am, and I am," Teja says, lifting the cat off his shoulder and putting him on the log by the forge entrance.

"And you are a man that goes purposefully about his business, so follow me inside so said business may be attended to. Would you tell me your name? You did not give it, when we spoke about the rogue vampire that you had met, and you did not trust me that I was not on his side."

[doyousmellfudge]

"Arthur Nielsen, call me 'Artie,'" says Artie. "I need to make use of the forge."

[ostro_goth]

"Now, I did not build it, and I am not the only one using it," Teja says, "but still, I run it, and I would wish to know what training you had in forge matters, and what you would need it for."

Pause.

"This is not about money; I would not make you pay for using it. This is about not burning the place down, thereby destroying the work I have done, and that of every other man and woman using the forge. Also, it is about not unleashing foul magic of the kind that would harm those in this place. I am duty bound to protect them."