RP:Roldan meets with Hepti
Summary: Roldan meets with the smith Hepti regarding the forging of a weapon.
Location: The ruined elven camps in Sage.
Roldan approaches the ominous tower on foot, for his horse refuses to set foot on thedesecrated ground. He moves warily, stopping every so often to look around, but hissword hangs yet in its sheath, and the red-painted dragonbone shield remains strapped to his back, signifying that the knight comes in peace. Upon drawing near to the tower, the Sheriff calls out, "I look for Hepti the smith. I have work for him, and I will pay well."
Hepti | The tower seems to drink the very sound of the human's voice. For a long moment, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, gears grind and chains scrape as the massive gate opens to emit three squat figures. Hepti, flanked on either side by Duergar guards, waddles toward the knight. Squinting up at the man, the smith grunts. "Whut?" he asks, his voice barely civil.
Roldan looks down at the short creature, keeping whatever disgust he might be feeling from showing on his face. "I have need of a sword," he says, calmly. "A sword stronger than any other, able to resist the heat of dragonfire, able to cut through bone and even stone, and imbued with magical flame, enough to rival the inner fire of even the fiercest dragon."
Hepti said to Roldan, "Dat be a tall order. I kin be doin' it, but it'll cost ya."
Roldan said to Hepti, "I assure you, gold is no object. I will meet your price, dwarf."
Hepti belches thoughtfully, counting silently on his grubby fingers. "Den it'll be fifteen hunnerd gold, an' I'll need ya t' get some things fer me." Rocking back on his heels, he continues. "Da metal must be special, but ycr too dumb t' be getting' dat. I'll be needin' da teeth an' tongue of a dragon, an' buckets o' its blood. Dese must be from da same dragon, an' dey must be fresh. An' make it a red dragon. Dey be burnin' da hottest. An' when da forgin' be nearly complete, bring me anudder dragon, but a live one. It kin be any age, any color, but it needs t' be a smart one...not da beast kind. Pick a dragon dat be most like yerself."
Roldan absorbs Hepti's words in silence, his face, beneath his open visor, remaining still and blank. When the duergar finally subsides, the knight nods his head. "I can do these things. I will bring you the first parts tomorrow, along with the gold. I am told you are the best...do not disappoint me."
Hepti makes an utterly rude gesture, at which his companions bark out harsh, ugly laughs. They turn and stump away, disappearing into the tower.