Touch Of Fate 143 In The Forge

"What? Why would I do that…Gold? So? I'm busy…alright, alright. I'll do it, but only for an hour. I've got things to work on."

[I wonder what the state of the soundproofing industry is like in this world.]

Gearhart returned swiftly and walked back to his place at the counter. "My wife agrees with your proposition. Before we begin, I would like to discuss terms. Since my wife, Brigitte, is one of the finest smiths in the capital, it's only reasonable to place a high price on her time. As such, I cannot ask for less than five gold per hour."

Mike c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at that. Five gold seemed extravagant by the standards of this world. After living modestly for much of his reincarnated life, he'd developed a vague understanding of how much the average person made over the course of a work day.

[Are they trying to test me? I suppose a wealthy n.o.ble with more money than they know what to do with would be willing to pay that kind of ridiculous price.]

"Are you sure you didn't get confused? Five silver sounds much more reasonable." Mike replied with the false smile he used while bargaining.

Returning the smile in turn, Gearhart, shook his head. "Dear customer, I did not misspeak. My wife hails from Theldholm, the same Theldholm which is famous for its skilled blacksmiths. She is also the sole heir of an ancient family of metal workers. Due to tragic circ.u.mstances, she was force to flee to Almir where she started this store. It is a rare opportunity to study under the tutelage of a real Theldon master smith, well worth the price of five gold coins. However, since you seem like an enterprising lad, perhaps I can offer you a small discount, just this once. Four gold per hour is the lowest I can feasibly go."

[So that's how he wants to play it.]

"While that is indeed an impressive background, I still can't quite bring myself to pay such a steep fee for a hour of your wife's time. Perhaps I should look elsewhere. I've heard good things about the 'Hammered Bronze' smithy down the street…" Mike let his words hang in the air as he started to slowly turn, as if seriously considering leaving.

"Dear customer, I must advise that you desist with these ideas of yours. Malin, the owner of 'Hammered Bronze' is a drunken sluggard who doesn't know the difference between a cross peen and a chasing hammer. If you want to waste your time beating ineffectually on a slab of metal, then be my guest. However, if you want to learn proper blacksmithing then you need look no further than our worthy store. Since I would hate to see a promising young student like yourself at the hands of such a terrible teacher, I would be willing to offer the one-time price of three gold, five silver per hour."

[Ah, I have you now.]

Mike paused as if to consider, "I had not heard that about Malin. Your words have definitely given me much to think about. Nevertheless, I am not so rich as to spend my money in such an irresponsible fas.h.i.+on. Perhaps a second opinion is in order."

"Now, now, dear customer, why don't we talk-" Gearhart started before he was interrupted by the door slamming open.

A giant of a woman, dressed in a blacksmith's ap.r.o.n stomped in and swept the pair of them with her gaze. She blew an errant strand of blonde hair out of her soot-streaked face before speaking in a thunderous and confident voice. "What's taking so long? Is this the guy you were talking about? Feh, he's all sticks and bones. I'm sorry lad, but you'll never make it as a blacksmith with arms like that."

Suppressing a chuckle at Gearhart's sour face, Mike took a moment to use Appraise on his prospective teacher.

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Brigitte Steelblood

Age: 36

Race: Human

Cla.s.s: Master Smith

t.i.tle: Storm Driven Survivor

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[a.s.suming Master Smith is and advanced version of the Smith cla.s.s, she's definitely qualified.]

"You must be Brigitte, your husband and I were just working out the details of the payment-" He started, before being interrupted as well.

"Just pay him a gold and be done with it. Come on, we have smithing to teach you." She gave him just enough time to drop a single coin on the counter before picking him up with ridiculous ease, and slinging him over one shoulder.

Under different circ.u.mstances, he might have found Gearhart's resulting facepalm entertaining, however, it was a little difficult to enjoy it from his uncomfortable perch.

The smithy Brigitte carried into him was a disorganized mess by any standard. Tools, partially finished projects, and half-eaten plates of food were scattered around without any rhyme or reason. The entire room was sweltering, thanks to an elaborate forge in one corner of the room, which was currently filled with softly glowing coals.

After dropping him haphazardly next to one of the anvils, Brigitte handed him a set of leathers that were a little too big for him. "Here, put these on. We'll get you trained up right. At least for the hour you've paid for."

She laughed at that, "Ha, I feel like one of them painted ladies. Anyway, hurry up. I got a sword blade in the forge as we speak. That's what you want to learn about, right?"

Mike quickly put the protective gear and followed the meandering path the woman cut through the miscellaneous junk that clutter the smithy. By the time he got there, Brigitte already had a set of tongs in hand, and was pulling a glowing rod of metal out of the forge. Without any preamble, she handed it to him, and pointed to a nearby anvil. "Put it down there, and start hammering."

[That's it? Shouldn't I get a little more instruction?]

Deciding to go with the flow, Mike picked up a promising looking implement and prepared to start swinging, but stopped when Brigitte called out. "Not that one, use this one." She handed him an almost identical hammer. "Alright, go ahead. You don't want it to get too cool."

With an internal sigh, Mike fell into the rhythm of work, trying to recall how they did it in the movies. Every time he thought he was starting to get the hang of the complicated process, Brigitte would break in with her 'instruction.'

"Not like that. Hit it harder…Too hard! Try to make a 'bink' noise every time it lands. No, not like that."

This continued for one sweltering, mentally exhausting hour, until Gearhart called from the open door, signaling that the time he'd paid for had ended.

"That's it, then. Not bad for your first time." Brigitte commented while ushering him out of the smithy. "Next time we'll work on actually making something."

Before he knew it, Mike was standing outside, feeling slightly nonplussed. The last hour had been a blur of confusing commands, but somehow it felt like his body had figured out what to do. He took a moment to check his and confirm his hunch, not surprised to see the new skill.

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- Basic Blacksmithing (Tier 1, Rank 2) -

The art of fas.h.i.+oning a variety of implements and items out of forged metal. Minor system correction to pract.i.tioner's knowledge and ability in regards to smithing. Functions as the Prerequisite and Limiter for all other forms of smithing.

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[I wonder if that means I need a second skill to make weapons and armor.]

He took a moment to clean himself off with Lifestyle Magic, since he was covered in soot and smelled like the inside of a furnace, before hunting for a coach to take him back to the University. Judging from how dark it had gotten, he was getting close to the curfew. Doing some mental arithmetic, he realized just how short on time he was. Cursing his lack of foresight, he picked up the pace.

A short carriage ride, and run through campus later, Mike slid into the dorm with only seconds to spare, startling a few of the maids who had congregated in the lobby. Apologizing for his actions, he went upstairs.

The others had returned already, looking strangely exhausted. They had collapsed in the living room, and hadn't built up the energy to move just yet. Amused, Mike went around a delivered small doses of Healing Magic to restore their stamina, before asking how things went.

"We were doing fine initially," Sera explained tentatively, "The island was relatively deserted by the time we got there, and finding the herbs was pretty simple. In less than an hour, we'd gathered enough, and were heading back to the boat, when…" She trailed off.

"When things became Mike-worthy." Brenden filled in with a dark laugh.

"So what happened?" He asked, feeling slightly vindicated.

Sera seemed unwilling to answer, or even look him in the eye, so Tal filled in. "Attacked. Sanghuin."

He gave her a blank look.

"She means angry fish people." Brenden explained. "The whole island was attacked by a small army of the things. We had to rally the newbie adventurers to hold them off long enough for reinforcements to arrive from the city. Luckily, they seemed to be unused to fighting on land, so even the Rank 1s could hold their own. At least until the higher tier monsters started showing up. There were handful of dangerous Sanghuin warriors, and even a Tier 2 mage. The three of us ended up taking those ones on by ourselves. Which was difficult, but manageable, until some kind of mutant shark thing rose from the waters."

"So many teeth…" Sera said while staring into the distance with a bleak look on her face.

"Don't mind her, she had another close call. Anyway, we eventually managed to take it down by sealing its movements and letting Tal drop a ma.s.sive pointy rock on its heads."

[Heads?]

"Is everyone alright?" Mike was starting to feel slightly guilty about not being there.

"Miraculously, we managed to avoid any deaths, but it was a close thing. One of the newbies turned out to be a fully established Teunite Priest, who had joined the Adventurer's Guild mostly out of curiosity. He's still working his way up the rankings, so he picked up the same herb gathering request we had. We're luck he did, since his healing and support spells really made the difference." The beastman continued.

"Wow, sounds rough," was all he could say once Brenden had finished his account. The group lapsed into silence for a moment.

"Day off?" Tal asked, emotionless eyes more unreadable than usual.

"My day? It was pretty tame all things considered. Very relaxing. Couldn't have been more peaceful."

Sera whimpered slightly. It looked like she was ready to cry.

"Anyway, you guys rest up. We don't have much going on tomorrow, so why don't you all focus on taking it easy." Mike suggested, feeling slightly guilty for a different reason.

The others agreed, evidently too mentally tired and demoralized to even argue. Mike watched them go about the preparations to sleep with mixed feelings.

[I need to figure out a way to communicate with them over long distances. Something to add to the list I suppose. Anyway, at least nothing really unusual happened during my day off.] He thought to himself.

He paused for a second, then face palmed. [Did I really just raise another flag? Why do I do this to myself?!]

He waited, looking around warily. After a few minutes, and a few confused glances from his party members, Mike finally relaxed. [Looks like I'm safe this time...…d.a.m.n.]

The building started shaking violently, making it difficult to even stand up. He heard the sounds of breaking dishes in the kitchen, and the panicked cries of his party members. It felt like they were caught in an earthquake.

"I don't know what's going on, but I feel like its Mike's fault!" Brenden yelled from another room.

[One day. Why couldn't I just have one day.]