OOC note: I am not godmodding. I have full permission from Jeryn
Gangui walked very slowly around the forging area of the shop while he discussed with Jeryn the finer details of the scabbard that he required. The area was messy, his iron toes pushing aside random chunks of ore, scraps of wood, and the occasional hammer with a splintered shaft.
“One the hip, aye, and I’ll be needing a new belt, I am tired of mine stretching everywhere and making me carry all the weight of me mail on the shoulders, do you know what I mean?” The barbarous mustachio paused his amble to look at Jeryn in the eyes, “Something that won’t stretch when I lunge?”
“Aye, I know what ya mean, It don’t take a master ta tell ya, if it ain’t well fitted you’re gonna have a hard time of it, from weight distribution to freedom of movement if your gear ain’t snug to ya you won’t be doing any lunging or any other real moving without hurtin yourself..” Pausing the smith Shrugged, realizing he was rambling. “Anyways, I get what you’re sayin.”
Pausing for a moment with a wide open mouth, Gangui looked at the smithy with the wide eyes of a man who had just witness a midget slap a grizzly bear, “What the fuck!?” Gangui walked closer to Jeryn and raised his arms in defiance.
This guy made no sense in his manner of speaking.
“Fella, you have no fucking clue what I just said, don’t you?” The mustachio asked provocatively. He unclenched his belt and threw it at Jeryn, “Look at where the buckle meets the strap…”
Snapping the hurled object out of the air Jeryn glanced at belt. “Aye, it’s seen better days, What’r ya gettin at?”
“It keeps stretching on me and I gotta keep cutting more holes. I need something that don’t do that, because I don’t got the time to be visiting the shops every third trial!”
Rolling the leather in his hands giving it an experimental tug the smith frowned at the leather. The smith arched an eyebrow as he fiddled with the leather a slight expression of distaste crossing his features. “Aye, I’m begginin ta see whatcha mean”
“Well, can you make a good one that’ll last a good long time?”
The look the smith gave said he had some idea as to a solution to the issue even if he wasn’t particularly happy about it. “Aye itt’d be doable but you’d need some leather that…. Isn’t made from what feels like the skin oh drowned rats…. It’s a matter of quality on this one, it’s doable of course, but I’d need to get my hands on whatever the traders round here ain’t trying to slide ya on the cheap”
Gangui nodded his head and took several steps towards the apprentice. Looking the guy in the eye once again, he snatched the belt from him and put it back on, “Alright, take care of it then,” Taking a deep breath and sticking his chest out, he prepared for the most important part. Negotiation.
“What will be the damage then?” Gangui sputtered, his moustache flapping and spittle flying.
Damn. Forgot my manners. It was an important part of negotiation strategy not to disrespect your business partner, by spitting towards their face. Gangui was regretted his lack of discipline immediately. Absent minded mistake. The smith seemed amused, or a the least surprised by the way the edges of his mouth curled up at the question. Wiping his brow, he swiftly cleaned the dots of saliva.
“That’d be up to you mate, I can probably do it all fairly cheaply I’m no master nor do I think i’ve earned the right to a premium…” Shrugging the smith counted on his hand for a moment before looking back up. “Ow’ about this, you decide what it’s worth to ya, and I’ll do me damndest to make sure that yer gold ain’t wasted. The better quality leather I can get my hands on the better sheath and belt I can get ya, Maybe if ya like the result you can come back and be one of ma customers in the future.”
Gangui’s smile beamed ear to ear. The apprentice was broken real well by the masters of the forge. Didn’t even raise a word at the slight of spitting on his face. He also didn’t care to name a price. As usual in Etzos -- and Foster’s Landing for that matter-- one was constantly traversing through a career of moral conundrums, deciding whether to proceed through dark or light at every turn.
Luckily for Jeryn, Gangui was a good guy, “I’ll pay you twice you wages, plus cost of materials, though you must swear oaths of honor that you will work twice as hard!” Without even taking a second breath, he pushed it on him, “What say you?”
Arching an eyebrow the Smith shrugged. “Aye, that sounds more than fair ta me, Assuming I can get what I need from the stores round ere’ I can have it done in a few trials, three--”
“Three trials is too slow, Jeryn,” Gangui interrupted with not only words, but a step into Jeryn’s personal bubble.
Standing his ground the smith looked at him, “How bout this, I don’t know a damned thing about this here landing or who sales what, you bring me the materials and I can have it done in a day, though It’ll be a long one,”
Gangui took a step back, relinquishing Jeryn of his intimate presence once he received an answer to his liking, “Alright, deal, swear on it!” He extended a hand forward towards the green smith.
Returning the gesture the smith looked him back in the eyes hard with a mild spark of what looked like excitement. “Aye, ya have my word on my name and as a smith”
With that, the mercenary exited the shop. Hopefully the guy did a good job, because Gangui was always using the smithy.