Posted by Civilian Ragna Idun McKenzie (Future Citizen) in Unlikely Friendships (Tag Thyr)
To say Ragna was upset would be an understatement. Her dagger was broken. The stupid hard packed dirt of Oed chipped the blade. Her first inclination had been to take it to Uncle Oddvar to fix. He had made it after all. He wasn’t here though. Terje wasn’t and neither was Blair. There was no one. She had no clan. That was how it felt. Like exile. Runa was willing to be útlagi. Ragna was not. She was miserable, and she was giving in to quite the pity party while Seamus was gone - doing useful work that he enjoyed. He was making strides to prepare for the clan. She was useless.

And now her dagger was broken. The one Uncle Oddvar made for Aunt Trine and Aunt Trine had left to her when she died. She had to get it fixed. So she ventured out seeking, not quite hopeful, to find a
blacksmith on this rock.

She entered the first weapon shop she found and walked toward the counter. The smell of hot metal and extreme heat wafting from the back was promising.

Ragna McKenzie

The Alt’retha Blacksmithery was a decently sized brick building in a busy part of Oed. In the front, there were displays of various weapons, behind glass to prevent tampering or theft. Both functional and display/ceremonial pieces were displayed. The back was a well ventilated blacksmith’s workshop, with racks of tools hanging from the walls, tables around the edges of the room with various power tools. Then there was the anvil, the forge itself, and a barrel of some kind of oil.

Working with one of the power sanders was a six foot tall Andorian, a nine inch black metal blade in his hand, held carefully against the sander, sculpting the shape of the handle. He was not overly big and burly, nor terribly lanky, but looked just a tad rough and tumble. He wore heavy duty work clothes and a heat resistant apron.

When the door opened, he looked up, turned the tool off, and set down the blade, coming to stand at the front desk. Today was his first full day back on the job since Jezem’s revenge with the poison. He was feeling much better, but wasn’t quite 100%.

He looked at the customer who and couldn’t muster anything resembling a friendly look or a smile (he was working on that). “What can I do for you?”

~ Thyr Th’arialat, blacksmith