Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140618133434/@comment-24296957-20140628152623

"A pleasure, Iju.  And those are...greaves.  But they are no more than footwear, why are they kept so neatly? Surely, they hide more - only a mere facade.  What secrets lie underneath that metalwork, I wonder..."

Amet stretched, placing an arm around Shiro. "There's no need to be casting glances at our weapons, good sir.  Yours is easier to conceal.  But most stop me to ask about mine." Amet let out a heartly laugh, patting the boy's shoulder. "Bartender, an ale for this man, please," he said, pointing to Iju.

"I've known this boy since he was in a crib! Course, he didn't know me.  Been forgin' his family's weapons for some years now.  Some of the finest steel and metalwork in the land, if I do say so myself.  Look out there, to the mountain," Amet pointed out the window towards his home, "that's where I call home.  Away from the hubbub of the town.  Allows me to concentrate on my work, and any other...side projects.

"But you, if you don't mind my asking, don't look native, more...sea-bound.  What brings your travels here? And Shiro, how goes the training?"