Chezak's eyes fluttered open as Elvren approached. The healer and blacksmith was covered in splotches of blood, but he looked content with himself. As Chez shed the rest of his meditation, already feeling a little better for the little rest he had allowed himself, he stood and smiled.
"You are a busy man, it seems. I will try not to take too much of your time."
Elvren smiled and nodded in an appreciative way as Chezak reached into his quiver and drew one of his arrows. He quickly explained the odd bit of metal he had found worked best when mixed with simple iron to make the tips as hard as possible, but found that Elvren had no knowledge of any such metal. Chezak shrugged, assuming that it must only be in Tian Xia.
After quickly explaining the specifications of the arrowheads, and allowing Elvren to keep the one Chezak had taken from his quiver so the healer and blacksmith could use it to pattern the new arrowheads, Chezak bid his goodbye to the healer. He knew it would likely take no longer than a few hours, but his intention was to find a place to stay while he remained in the city, not to mention getting some much needed sleep.
He stepped out the door into the sprinkling of rain that was still coming down. The clouds and rain seemed to be passing, and it would be a clear, if not overly warm, night.
Chezak strolled up the road in search of an inn.
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Watching the man leave, Elvren stared at the arrowheads in his hand, feeling the metal, wondering. Chezak had sais something of a strange metal, whatever is was he had called it... a metal Elvren had never even heard of, which was unusual.
Still, metalwork was his forté. Since the infirmary seemed to be managing without him for now, he sat at one half of the admissions desk and began to write up a smithy order.
Customer Name: Chezak D'Maroe.
Item(s) required: Arrowheads, model given.
Quantity required:
Elvren thought about this for a moment, and realised Chezak hadn't said how many he needed. The average order for arrows was about thirty, although this man seemed like the sort who got into a lot of trouble.
Quantity required: 40
Specifications of item:
Here, Elvren reached into a drawer under the desk and extracted a likely looking tool to measure the dimensions of the arrowhead. It had a magnifying lens suspended above a ruler, whose scale appeared to be millimeters.
The tool wasn't exactly gnomish in origin, moreso that it had been created by a gnomish machine to Elvren's specifications. He had insisted upon this, as the less gnomish technology in the smithy, the better, as far as he was concerned.
Holding the arrowhead in a pair of tweezers, which had been found under a ream of paperwork on the desk, Elvren began to measure the head of the arrow, taking extremely precise readings.
Specifications of item:
Arrowhead;
Tip to end: 33.2 mm.
Edge to edge at widest: 21.4 mm
Length of edges: 34.88 mm
Width of shaft entry: 8.2 mm
Depth of shaft entry: 7.56 mm
Material for fabrication:
Steel, as follows:
Iron: 93%.
Carbon: 4%.
Strontium: 3%.
Elvren frowned again, and looked up from the paper. Strontium would make the arrowtips hard enough, alright. Trouble was there was never that much of it around.
Strontium was a new metal, discovered by the gnomes a few months back as an accidental by-product of one of their "creations". Elvren bought it in good quantities, which amused the gnomes, since they thought it a waste product.
When mixed with steel, Strontium added an extra guarantee against shattering. It was odd, though, because any more than about 5% of it in a steel mix, and the finished product was always floppy, and didn't work at all for blades.
The gnomes had been pushing the price up, recently, as well. Sighing, Elvren signed the work order, and stood up. Taking the arrowhead and the paperwork into the smithy, he laid them on his desk, and went to the store, to start working on the metal composition.
Still, metalwork was his forté. Since the infirmary seemed to be managing without him for now, he sat at one half of the admissions desk and began to write up a smithy order.
Customer Name: Chezak D'Maroe.
Item(s) required: Arrowheads, model given.
Quantity required:
Elvren thought about this for a moment, and realised Chezak hadn't said how many he needed. The average order for arrows was about thirty, although this man seemed like the sort who got into a lot of trouble.
Quantity required: 40
Specifications of item:
Here, Elvren reached into a drawer under the desk and extracted a likely looking tool to measure the dimensions of the arrowhead. It had a magnifying lens suspended above a ruler, whose scale appeared to be millimeters.
The tool wasn't exactly gnomish in origin, moreso that it had been created by a gnomish machine to Elvren's specifications. He had insisted upon this, as the less gnomish technology in the smithy, the better, as far as he was concerned.
Holding the arrowhead in a pair of tweezers, which had been found under a ream of paperwork on the desk, Elvren began to measure the head of the arrow, taking extremely precise readings.
Specifications of item:
Arrowhead;
Tip to end: 33.2 mm.
Edge to edge at widest: 21.4 mm
Length of edges: 34.88 mm
Width of shaft entry: 8.2 mm
Depth of shaft entry: 7.56 mm
Material for fabrication:
Steel, as follows:
Iron: 93%.
Carbon: 4%.
Strontium: 3%.
Elvren frowned again, and looked up from the paper. Strontium would make the arrowtips hard enough, alright. Trouble was there was never that much of it around.
Strontium was a new metal, discovered by the gnomes a few months back as an accidental by-product of one of their "creations". Elvren bought it in good quantities, which amused the gnomes, since they thought it a waste product.
When mixed with steel, Strontium added an extra guarantee against shattering. It was odd, though, because any more than about 5% of it in a steel mix, and the finished product was always floppy, and didn't work at all for blades.
The gnomes had been pushing the price up, recently, as well. Sighing, Elvren signed the work order, and stood up. Taking the arrowhead and the paperwork into the smithy, he laid them on his desk, and went to the store, to start working on the metal composition.
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