Hammerfall Smithy

That sounds good, ignore the last comment I made to Rama then! Ghesh hands over the 100gp when he first arrives and bumps int Rama when he comes to pay the remaining 20gp and collect the silvered greataxe. "Thanks a lot Milo, this should help out with that mission you wanted to do Rama, I am now equipped to help you out properly!" he says, then wanders out of the shop and down the road.

Milo looks up from his work to see a puffy silver Cat appearing on one of the work desks, which looks straight into his eyes.

"Hello..." says Milo, bemused. "Where did you come from?"

He hears a deep voice somewhat familiar but still strange, "Nowhere? Everywhere?"
The cat hops softly on an anvil near Milo, rustling in its wake. It still stares, not even blinking.

"I see... In that case, who are you? Or perhaps, whose are you?" The cat just stares at him.

Behind him, Milo hears a clanging as Rama misjudges the distance to a rack of tools, and spoils his sneaking up on Milo. He chuckles heartily.

"If only there was more space to move freely!"

"Well, you're a lot bigger than I am! Is this thing yours?" Milo gestures at the cat.

Rama looks where Milo points and says "What thing?"

When Milo looks at that spot again he sees no cat, but turning back in surprise he sees the cat resting on Rama's head.

Rama chuckles a bit more. "Yes and no," he says. "He is with me, but not mine! He does have a similar sense of humour to me though!"

Milo smiles. "That sounds a little complicated for me, but it looks like you've found a kindred spirit."

"Yes he is a good friend." The cat jumps in a shape of a silvery smoke right in front of Milo changing shapes into a little monkey that offers a tiny hand in the form of a hand shake. Milo chuckles. "A pleasure to meet you." He shakes the monkey's hand.

"Now, your weapons and the cages. Are you happy to collect them now? They're pretty heavy all together. Do you have some help?"

Rama looks at the scene in front of him and answers "Yes, if you can give me a few hours to bring Sperrin to come and help."

"Sure, whenever you're ready. They're not going anywhere!"

Rama offers his large stone arm for a hand shake and heads out while the little monkey disappears in a silvery puffy appearing back on Rama's shoulders in cat form.

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A few hours later he appeared again with a jumpy half elf fellow, who looks like he does not want to be near Rama whatsoever, but the cat is just sitting on his shoulder as if keeping an eye on him.

Milo has laid the weapons out on a table, and the cages sit on the floor next to them. He shows Rama how, while unlocked, the cages can be folded inwards by pulling on the ring at the top, which doubles as a handle. They should be good and strong as the hinges are in the base and the top, not in the bars themselves.

Rama picks up one of the cages and looks at it, folds it and unfolds it. Satisfied he offers Milo a big pouch. Looking inside, Milo can see it contains around 180 gold pieces.

"I appreciate the offer but this is far too much."

He looks at Milo, seeing that Milo honestly doesn't want to take all this money.

Thinking a moment he says "Then in return for the rest I could bring my weapons and cages for check ups and sharpening once a month? Let's say for the next year? Does that sound good Master Milo?"

"I suppose so... Yes, alright then. If I'm earning money I want to earn it."

Rama swings swiftly the falchion and says "Believe me Master Milo you have definitely earned it in my opinion!"

He points to the half elf who was standing in silence who then picks up the weapons and strapping to a Red and silvery gray steed outside.

Rama once again offers another hand shake to Milo.

"Kind of you to say so," says Milo, accepts the handshake.

And with that Rama goes out to the buzzing of the street and walks next to the half elf and the horse, giving a pat to the young person who apparently almost jumped out before relaxing again.

She takes the flute off her mouth and smiles at him. "If drow-folk has ever made a joyful song, I've never heard it," she replies. "I am happy, though. All that plotting and scheming was for nothing, but hey, can't complain. I'm also still grateful that you were willing to help me.

"Need any help, Mr. Milo? I may not know my way around a hammer and anvil but I can clean, I can count, and I can hunt -- if you ever need any animal parts for your craft, sir."

Igrainne beams. "Well, alright then, let's just say I owe you a favour. I'll be sure to keep you in mind whenever something interesting comes up."

She abruptly bounces off the wall and runs out onto the street, waving cheerfully back at the smith. "I'll see you around, Mr. Milo!" she yells, a little too loudly, and disappears into the crowd.

A few quick raps on the Smithy's door and a familiar voice calls out, "Mr. Milo, are you there?"

If Milo opens the door, he'd see a rather grumpy-looking Igrainne standing in front of him. "I need to commission a silver medallion with a collar," she says without so much of a greeting and sticks out a piece of parchment with a drawing of a strange spiral on it. "It should have this symbol on it, and it has to look like drowcraft. Can you do that?"

She sighs. "I'm not in trouble...Just had a streak of bad luck recently."

She leans against the doorway and, looking down on the drawing, continues speaking in a low voice, "I got this medallion whilst adventuring in the Underdark, but it disappeared. It couldn't have dropped out of my bag, which means somebody stole it. Most probably, one of the people I was travelling with." She scoffs. "Just as the drow say, right? Khaless nau uss. Trust no one.

"Well, I better get going. Thanks, Mr. Milo." And with that, Igrainne walks off sullenly.

Milo gives Baine a brief look of reproach, but accepts the pouch gratefully, and smiles.

"Well, you've paid now, let's say no more of it. I do have a question though... What have you done to my breastplate? Where did these flowers come from?"