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Making her way in Baloc took a breath finally inside. Nerves slowly settling though not fully. She admired the state of the place. It was nice, even regal compared to her upbringing. She watched the people mingle and noticed the stares. This was never new, but it bothered her all the same. The looks of those higher than her looking down on her. Something she hated and lived with all through her life. But she grew to understand one thing about these people. It was fun to play with their perceptions.
Walking past a few of the gossiping groups she signed the book. Baloc, forge master. However she did not place her gifts in the pile. She was given instructions to give them to either the buyer for the couple or the couple themselves. Looking around she made eye contact with one of the gossiping groups giving a well practiced bow of respectful greeting. Then smiled so her teeth and fangs glinted in the morning light. Her mild intimidation complete she turned to enter the hall. Gifts in hand she had no intention of letting her works be at the hands of those she never would trust.
The hall was grand and the chairs set up made the room seem full even if it was massive. She took her time admiring the room. The chairs setting the majority of the items taking space she had to find her seat. But she found herself admiring the decorations at the other end of the room. Where the ceremony was to occur she found less interest in and instead saw something more her speed. The room was more detailed and extravagant than her home. Not from an entirely insignificant noble bloodline herself she could see worth. Looking at mounted weapons she admired the craft. They were exquisite. Made, forged, and shaped with care. The sign of a true master made them.
She made no attempt to hold or touch the weapon. Though the urge to do so was there. To hold and admire it's weight in her hands. The balance of it or even if made extremely well the weight differences to make it more lethal in specific styles. She found herself lost in admiring what was on display. Mainly in the weapons and paintings of battle. All the fancy stuff she had expected with a noble wedding. Moving to the next she viewed a suit or armor hands grasping the weapon blade down before it. In a noble stance like a waiting guard. Her eyes moved over the armor noticing the etching and gold used to detail it. The suit or plate itself could probably fund thousands of crafts if she were to sell it. But she chuckled at the thought. To sell someone else's work that was so beautiful would be a shame. To wear such beauty into battle would be the true gift. She soon forgot about her surroundings eyes completely fixed on what was displayed. Moving only after taking in as much detail of the beautiful and lethal works in the grand hall.
Walking past a few of the gossiping groups she signed the book. Baloc, forge master. However she did not place her gifts in the pile. She was given instructions to give them to either the buyer for the couple or the couple themselves. Looking around she made eye contact with one of the gossiping groups giving a well practiced bow of respectful greeting. Then smiled so her teeth and fangs glinted in the morning light. Her mild intimidation complete she turned to enter the hall. Gifts in hand she had no intention of letting her works be at the hands of those she never would trust.
The hall was grand and the chairs set up made the room seem full even if it was massive. She took her time admiring the room. The chairs setting the majority of the items taking space she had to find her seat. But she found herself admiring the decorations at the other end of the room. Where the ceremony was to occur she found less interest in and instead saw something more her speed. The room was more detailed and extravagant than her home. Not from an entirely insignificant noble bloodline herself she could see worth. Looking at mounted weapons she admired the craft. They were exquisite. Made, forged, and shaped with care. The sign of a true master made them.
She made no attempt to hold or touch the weapon. Though the urge to do so was there. To hold and admire it's weight in her hands. The balance of it or even if made extremely well the weight differences to make it more lethal in specific styles. She found herself lost in admiring what was on display. Mainly in the weapons and paintings of battle. All the fancy stuff she had expected with a noble wedding. Moving to the next she viewed a suit or armor hands grasping the weapon blade down before it. In a noble stance like a waiting guard. Her eyes moved over the armor noticing the etching and gold used to detail it. The suit or plate itself could probably fund thousands of crafts if she were to sell it. But she chuckled at the thought. To sell someone else's work that was so beautiful would be a shame. To wear such beauty into battle would be the true gift. She soon forgot about her surroundings eyes completely fixed on what was displayed. Moving only after taking in as much detail of the beautiful and lethal works in the grand hall.