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Gromlin finishes placing all the paperwork out in order on the table at the Comfort inn, cirion was supposed too be here by now, "The bastard must be swooning some young priss". Gromlin grumbles as he organizes the paper's in order, showing each of the components he will need.
"This project will be quite the peice of art if it comes out as it is supposed too, damn Suit will take some time too craft properly specially if it is going too be as light as Cirion asked for."
Gromlin slowly takes a drink from his Ale stein, and runs his eyes over the helmet drawlings he custom designed for the pretty boy cirion. He knows how much he valued his face, and designed the faceguard as such.
The eye slits are cut just wide enough too let the boy see through without restriction, yet the cheekbone and brow are cut too block any glancing blow's from the face. The mouth cut into a devilish grin, a small hint of humor for the boy, now perhaps he can swoon a orc from cutting his head off.
As for the Bulk of the armor he designed too compliment Cirion's magical talents. Light as possible with as much blocking capability as could be done and keep it still quick and agile.
"Mithrill...yes mithrill will do the job, im going too need a shite ton of it though." Gromlin rubs his beard and looks about the empty tavern , sundren had been quiet of late. not many of the normal bastards running around causing issues, Which was fine with the old dwarf. Stopping a moment Gromlin thinks too corvus and the night before when he met with him about the other situation at hand, Slightly chuckling and going back too his work of looking over the custom design.
Drawling here and there and making adjustments the old dwarf puts his ale down and for some reason looks at the ale. "Barmaid...i require a fine glass of elven wine." Not quite sure what had come over him he pushed the half empty stien away from him, his belly ached and his hand shook slightly. a Sharp pinch was felt in his left shoulder Gromlin clenched his fist tightly and closed his eye's, the pain slowly subsiding.
Shaking his head gently as if trying too rid himself of a bad dream, gromlin sat down and awaited his glass of wine. "perhaps yashia is right, been drinking too much of this damn Ale". Gently he rubs his shoulder as the slight pain that ran through his shoulder down too his arm subsided.
Gromlin while awaiting his wine, continues too look over the documents and await Cirion the late...
"This project will be quite the peice of art if it comes out as it is supposed too, damn Suit will take some time too craft properly specially if it is going too be as light as Cirion asked for."
Gromlin slowly takes a drink from his Ale stein, and runs his eyes over the helmet drawlings he custom designed for the pretty boy cirion. He knows how much he valued his face, and designed the faceguard as such.
The eye slits are cut just wide enough too let the boy see through without restriction, yet the cheekbone and brow are cut too block any glancing blow's from the face. The mouth cut into a devilish grin, a small hint of humor for the boy, now perhaps he can swoon a orc from cutting his head off.
As for the Bulk of the armor he designed too compliment Cirion's magical talents. Light as possible with as much blocking capability as could be done and keep it still quick and agile.
"Mithrill...yes mithrill will do the job, im going too need a shite ton of it though." Gromlin rubs his beard and looks about the empty tavern , sundren had been quiet of late. not many of the normal bastards running around causing issues, Which was fine with the old dwarf. Stopping a moment Gromlin thinks too corvus and the night before when he met with him about the other situation at hand, Slightly chuckling and going back too his work of looking over the custom design.
Drawling here and there and making adjustments the old dwarf puts his ale down and for some reason looks at the ale. "Barmaid...i require a fine glass of elven wine." Not quite sure what had come over him he pushed the half empty stien away from him, his belly ached and his hand shook slightly. a Sharp pinch was felt in his left shoulder Gromlin clenched his fist tightly and closed his eye's, the pain slowly subsiding.
Shaking his head gently as if trying too rid himself of a bad dream, gromlin sat down and awaited his glass of wine. "perhaps yashia is right, been drinking too much of this damn Ale". Gently he rubs his shoulder as the slight pain that ran through his shoulder down too his arm subsided.
Gromlin while awaiting his wine, continues too look over the documents and await Cirion the late...