05-27-2018, 01:00 PM
[div style="width: 360px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; color: #383838;"]She wanted a dagger and nothing less. That subtle edge in her tone said it all.
Zjarr offered the female a faint yet warm smile when she made her presence known. "Good to meet ya, Ms. Mikaelson," he greeted the chocolate feline before redirecting his attention to his cache. There were surely enough blades to go around, and there'd be more in production. He knew for a fact, however, that there was an efficient dagger or two in there somewhere. A prosthetic paw dipped into the sack before a blade could be produced. Out came tumbling an olive military cap that trailed after the dagger, and the wolf's smile only widened at the sight. There it is! Knew it was hidin' somewhere... Leaving the cap to sit beside him, the blacksmith would turn back to Margaery, the blade resting between his metallic paws.
What would lay in his grasp was a blade tucked within a black metal sheath, and the cyborg carefully unsheathed it to reveal the blade itself: a shimmering, double-edged dagger with a steel cross guard and a lightly-colored wooden handle. A distinct logo is carved into the wood of the handle [⚘], a personal Ignibus family insignia. "This is a carbon steel, double-edged Swiss dagger with a satin finish. The handle is made of a fine cherry wood with a slight swell for a sturdy grip, and the cross guard and pommel are both made of stainless steel. Sheath's made of metal, too. Comes with the blade. Now, if this blade isn't to your liking, I'm sure there's somethin' else I've got that you can check out, just ask. As for payment...unless they've got somethin' that catches my eye, I let the customer decide what they want to pay and we work from there."
As he spoke his eyes occasionally flickered over to the feline, partly to check for a reaction and partly to try to piece together just who this Margaery Mikaelson might be. Zjarr had to admit, she didn't look like the person to ask for a blade, but he'd swear to keep his lips pursed on the matter. She seemed gentle, brought out an almost motherly aura. But he knew, lord did he knew, that looks could deceive. And when he was in the arms business, he knew far better than to judge his customers.
Zjarr offered the female a faint yet warm smile when she made her presence known. "Good to meet ya, Ms. Mikaelson," he greeted the chocolate feline before redirecting his attention to his cache. There were surely enough blades to go around, and there'd be more in production. He knew for a fact, however, that there was an efficient dagger or two in there somewhere. A prosthetic paw dipped into the sack before a blade could be produced. Out came tumbling an olive military cap that trailed after the dagger, and the wolf's smile only widened at the sight. There it is! Knew it was hidin' somewhere... Leaving the cap to sit beside him, the blacksmith would turn back to Margaery, the blade resting between his metallic paws.
What would lay in his grasp was a blade tucked within a black metal sheath, and the cyborg carefully unsheathed it to reveal the blade itself: a shimmering, double-edged dagger with a steel cross guard and a lightly-colored wooden handle. A distinct logo is carved into the wood of the handle [⚘], a personal Ignibus family insignia. "This is a carbon steel, double-edged Swiss dagger with a satin finish. The handle is made of a fine cherry wood with a slight swell for a sturdy grip, and the cross guard and pommel are both made of stainless steel. Sheath's made of metal, too. Comes with the blade. Now, if this blade isn't to your liking, I'm sure there's somethin' else I've got that you can check out, just ask. As for payment...unless they've got somethin' that catches my eye, I let the customer decide what they want to pay and we work from there."
As he spoke his eyes occasionally flickered over to the feline, partly to check for a reaction and partly to try to piece together just who this Margaery Mikaelson might be. Zjarr had to admit, she didn't look like the person to ask for a blade, but he'd swear to keep his lips pursed on the matter. She seemed gentle, brought out an almost motherly aura. But he knew, lord did he knew, that looks could deceive. And when he was in the arms business, he knew far better than to judge his customers.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot