[Closed - Daja] Business Offer

[Klaiun'Lysilien]

Daja

Lysilien had been in Dorcha for a few months now, eking out a living with his new business. It was rough. Rough in the way that he didn't really know what he was doing and rough in the way that he was still grieving a lot of deaths. His mother had been the hardest; after being run out of their home, he had spent a couple more years on the run with her with no word from any other clan member. It hadn't been enough time. She had died in his arms. He hadn't cried. Not yet. Sil just didn't show emotion and he was an elf in the first place. They just thought in longer time spans than most other beings. That only made his life harder in this new society. Things needed to slow down and Lysilien needed to take a few days to just sit and think.

There was business to do, though. Materials to purchase. Wares to craft. He walked patiently to the local forge, feeling distracted today. He had become something of a regular customer here. He needed weapons to enchant, and really the only weapons merchant was this blacksmith. It would be nice if the woman sold more staff-like objects, but he had bought a couple daggers and swords in exchange for magic scrolls in the past. Who would want a fireball flinging dagger, though? His products had be substandard since they had necessitated using magical materials rather than his own spells.

During his last visit, however, Lysilien had asked a special order: a metal staff. The details had been left up to the forge-worker, but something that was meant to complement what few spells the man knew. Lysilien walked up to the forge and quietly stood to watch the smith work. He only spoke up after a minute or two, and had admittedly gotten distracted by his thoughts again. "Have you finished my staff yet, Ms. Alziers?" The tall elf stood patiently with perfect poise, accentuating his excessive height and natural grace.

[Daja]

She had her first commission.

She had her first commission.

Okay, technically it wasn't her very first, but it was the first in Dorcha Hollow, and that made it almost as special as her first ever commission. And it was for a... staff? Well, it wasn't exactly what she had imagined, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Besides, there was just something so very... traditional about it. Making a staff for a wizard. He'd been quiet, but from what he mentioned it sounded like he had big plans for this staff. That had definitely piqued Daja's interest.

The promise of magical scrolls also piqued her interest. She'd only talked sparingly with the man about what he could do with scrolls, but what he had said excited her greatly (though she would be one of those people excited by daggers that could fling fireballs around.)

Still, she'd thrown herself into her work. She had used most of the ore she had left, and was able to mix in a little bit of magical ore she'd found. Well, she was pretty sure it was magic, at least the ore claimed to be. Then again, the ore seemed very proud of itself, so maybe it was just over estimating it's abilities. Still, she did have one trick up her sleeve: a quartz crystal she'd found during the egg event extravaganza. Communicating with rocks was a lot more difficult than communicating with metal (rock was much more reserved, metal could be bent and argued with) but this rock seem like it was very open. Willing to channel. That was good. Besides, it was pretty glitzy and would make a good addition.

Cutting and polishing the crystal had taken a lot more work than she'd expected, but still she was satisfied with what she had created. The staff was long, about as tall as Sil, and thin enough to be grasped in one hand, but still thick enough to give someone a good whack if the owner felt the need. She'd done her best to add a little decorative flair to the staff itself. However, she'd always been a practical woman and had mostly worked on swords before, making the staff relatively simple, yet elegant. However the crowning jewel (as it were) of the staff was the crystal quartz. It seemed to sprout form the top of the staff in pointed chunks. The cluster was as wide as the rest of the staff, and had four large points, with several smaller points. Hopefully, the staff would suit the personality  of the user.

She'd been sitting down when Lysilien had entered her shop. Daja grinned and stood when she caught sight of him. "As a matter of fact." Reaching behind the makeshift counter (really just two boards nailed together) and pulled out the staff. "I have." With a little flourish, she presented the staff to the man. Then she took a step back, allowing the man to admire (hopefully) her work before they talked about prices.

((The gem Daja used is this, I figured it's be perfect since his Imbune spell is a null element, but he's technically coping spells of other elements))

[Klaiun'Lysilien]

The staff was watched with careful, oddly large, pupils. It was elegant. Much more than he had expected of the blacksmith, to be honest. And was that quartz? What a wonderful addition: it would aid in his enchantment and also added to the vanity of the staff, even if it would bump up the price. The elf's long, delicate-seeming fingers held the staff as he inspected it. The crystal head was brought close to his face for a long moment before his eyes dragged down the entirety of the shaft. It would be a while before he finally spoke, "Astonishing work. I would love to wield something so elegant, if I could." The staff was not for himself. No, Lysilien intended to enchant the thing and resell it. Perhaps that was a little crass, but he didn't yet have the skill to make his own weaponry. Either way, the smith had impressed him. Perhaps he would buy a staff from her for his own use in the future. When he could afford such luxuries.

Sil's attention darted from the metalwork to its creator finally. He stood more upright and held the weapon regally at his side. "You've seen my scrolls. Unfortunately, that is all I can offer you." Blunt was best sometimes. Sil simply didn't have anything else to offer; there was nothing else he could make. He didn't even have an impressive enough repertoire yet. Ugh, no wonder he was only ever called a child. He was still stuck in such impotence! One day would he would be a powerful mage and crafter. Only with no clan members to admire his success.

Nonetheless, his scrolls were good work. For his few usable spells, they were high quality. With only one use each, however, they were only worth so much. Once he built up an inventory of better materials, Lysilien would be able to produce much more worthy merchandise. It would be rather lucrative if he were able to do so. All in good time.

[Daja]

Daja watched as the young elf fingered the staff, bringing it close to his face to inspect the quartz. She wasn't a vain woman, per say, but she was quite proud of her work. Unreasonably so at times. But it was hard not to when your creations where almost like your children. Sure you could admit that your kids maybe weren't the brightest or the best at sports, but that didn't mean you didn't love them any less. Besides, staffs and swords couldn't scream or puke anywhere which made them much more endearing.

She grinned when he finally spoke. "What can I say? It was pretty excited to be a staff." By it she was referring to the ore used to craft the staff itself. She only vaguely understood the process of enchanting, but assumed it worked similar to the process of smithing--a lot of arguing with the steel or wood to try to get it to do what you wanted.

Her grin only grew wider when Sil mentioned bartering. "Yeah, I remember." She leaned against her makeshift counter (nearly knocking it over in the process), her poker face plastered on. "One use only, correct?" Though she would never admit it--in this conversation at least--Daja had no idea what kind of work went into crafting a scroll. Somehow she felt it must be more difficult than just writing a couple of words on a page. Because of this she was fairly in the dark about what a reasonable deal would be (well, reasonable meaning the best possible deal for Daja, that wouldn't have Sil laughing in her face). "You make those scrolls that can grow food." A bit of an over-simplification, but no one ever called Daja a complicated woman. "How 'bout you give me five of them--" that hurt, as she'd much rather like having a fireball scroll or a lightning scroll, but she had to be an adult and do the practical thing. "--and you tell everybody that asks where you got that staff." She gave him a wink, just to let him know that she was joking (her body posture told a bit of a different story). Still getting the word out would be a good idea. Especially now that people could see an example of her work.

[Klaiun'Lysilien]

Referring to the staff as though it were sentient? I suppose there were odder things a person could do. The quirks of crafters are something to be tolerated at the very least--appreciated at best. A woman who thought highly enough of her materials to speak of them in such a way was likely to put more genuine effort into her work. If she didn't care about the raw ore, how could she care about the finished piece? Either way, from what Lysilien saw, she did quality work. How she treated her metal along the way was of no concern to him. Still, his tattoos crept onto his face and emphasized his otherwise passive brow. Lysilien loved the things, but he wished they didn't work so easily on impulse. It was yet another thing he needed to practice with.

As for his own skills... Well, Sil still had to work on believing in his crafts. He assumed it would come in time--as all things do--and he certainly had a lot of that, but a struggling enchanter was not a life he fancied living much longer. Scrolls were easy enough to make, just some writing and some channeling of his own spells. With some more materials--like crystals--they would be even more high quality. Thankfully, though, he had been writing his entire life, so he almost didn't need an outside source to make a worthy spell scroll. "With my Grow spell, you can mature plantlife. If they naturally provide food, then it is a possibility, yes." He shouldn't lie. He refused to lie. What was there to be gained with mistrust? His spells were simply not impressive, whether the woman showed enthusiasm or not. "Five will not be an issue." Daja was welcome to ask for any other spells of his, of course. His offensive ones were more impressive in his own opinion. Still, the woman had asked for Grow, so that's what she would receive.

Having expected to barter during this interaction, Lysilien had brought a selection of scrolls with him. He pulled the requested ones out of his satchel and held them out for the smith to take. "As for recommending your work, I would never lie in regards to craftsmanship like this. Especially if it takes well to magic." All of the elf's responses seemed measured, as if he had spent time putting them together to word them perfectly. It was patient. There was always a pause before he spoke. There was nothing outwardly impulsive about him.