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The blacksmith stiffens at Cipher's harsh words. Even before the magic user's lecture about going after Ogidnew, his eyes narrow, and his jaw tightens as he steps forward to meet Cipher's steely gaze with a venomous one of his own. "First of all, lad," he mutters curtly. "I'd no idea the man was a black mage. He's been one of my most regular customers for years. And secondly, if you knew what I have been through these past few years you would not be so cruel as to sully the names of my children."
His gaze softens a little as he sighs, setting a hand against the stone wall of the building. "This smithery was not always so quiet. I had thought, perhaps, that if I were to have another child, I would have another chance to regain what once was. A family. And I happened to mention it to - to mister Ogidnew - " He spits after the name and curls his lip. "He told me he knew the perfect soul I could take in. Someone with the hard work and tenacity it takes to be a blacksmith. How could I know what he was truly after?"
Salem listens quietly, his eyes flicking back and forth. "So you really did want to adopt someone," he murmurs. He blinks back the shimmer in his eyes and swallows. "W - well, I . . . I still want to be your apprentice. If you'll still have me."
Both are interrupted as Cipher continues on berating the blacksmith, and they exchange glances as he explains what a foolhardy mission going after the mage would be. Then Cioher starts to stalk away.
Before the blacksmith can get another word in, Salem huffs and runs after Cipher to grab his arm a second time. "You're not going alone," he says firmly. "It's dangerous. He knows you have powerful magic now, and he's going to be preparing. You might need help." He smiles and tilts his head, leaning forward to try and make eye contact. "By the way, what's that little wispy thing? Is it a tracking spell?"
The blacksmith sighs heavily and walks to catch up with the pair. "Stop a moment. No one's going anywhere until we get the donkey harnessed, aye? It could be a long journey."
His gaze softens a little as he sighs, setting a hand against the stone wall of the building. "This smithery was not always so quiet. I had thought, perhaps, that if I were to have another child, I would have another chance to regain what once was. A family. And I happened to mention it to - to mister Ogidnew - " He spits after the name and curls his lip. "He told me he knew the perfect soul I could take in. Someone with the hard work and tenacity it takes to be a blacksmith. How could I know what he was truly after?"
Salem listens quietly, his eyes flicking back and forth. "So you really did want to adopt someone," he murmurs. He blinks back the shimmer in his eyes and swallows. "W - well, I . . . I still want to be your apprentice. If you'll still have me."
Both are interrupted as Cipher continues on berating the blacksmith, and they exchange glances as he explains what a foolhardy mission going after the mage would be. Then Cioher starts to stalk away.
Before the blacksmith can get another word in, Salem huffs and runs after Cipher to grab his arm a second time. "You're not going alone," he says firmly. "It's dangerous. He knows you have powerful magic now, and he's going to be preparing. You might need help." He smiles and tilts his head, leaning forward to try and make eye contact. "By the way, what's that little wispy thing? Is it a tracking spell?"
The blacksmith sighs heavily and walks to catch up with the pair. "Stop a moment. No one's going anywhere until we get the donkey harnessed, aye? It could be a long journey."