Danos had waited for his first free period after being released from the Infirmary.
His leg had required healing, the claws of the bear having caused infection and deep gashes. And with the days of little food and water to eat, he had taken longer to recover from the strain of Healing.
Still he was fed, and had received many stolen treats, snatched by some of the Drin'far'ji to congratulate him on obtaining a Ji'alantin's greys. That had gone a long way to replacing his energy, and he knew he had left much of his soft bulk behind him.
The test still felt almost like a dream, the memories hazy and the waking dreams he had experienced strangely more vivid than the nights curled by a fire.
The smell of the forge interrupted his daydream, and Danos smiled as he saw the craftsmen of the Tower waving him over.
"It was a fine skin you brought, tough and thick," said Terren as he walked Danos past the drying rack and barrels of tanning solutions.
"But I wasn't able to make the cloak you had thought of, the skin spent too many days being in the woods and parts of it had rot. But I did make you these," said Terren as he showed Danos three items laying on the counter.
Danos ran his hands over the braces, the leather thick and dark but softened to be supple and not chafe. And most amazingly, a gleaming scabbard, the size of a good tower longsword, made of the leather and dark metal to match. Terren had used tools to cut a bear claw motif down the scabbard, and Danos could see the leather was well made and would weather for many years.
"It's beautiful, I can't believe you were able to make these. I will wear them with pride," said Danos as he tried the items on, glad that they fit as well as they did.
"My pleasure Ji'alatin. When you earn your blade, I will be pleased to see a Tower Forged sword resting in my work," Terren said clasping Danos' hand.
His leg had required healing, the claws of the bear having caused infection and deep gashes. And with the days of little food and water to eat, he had taken longer to recover from the strain of Healing.
Still he was fed, and had received many stolen treats, snatched by some of the Drin'far'ji to congratulate him on obtaining a Ji'alantin's greys. That had gone a long way to replacing his energy, and he knew he had left much of his soft bulk behind him.
The test still felt almost like a dream, the memories hazy and the waking dreams he had experienced strangely more vivid than the nights curled by a fire.
The smell of the forge interrupted his daydream, and Danos smiled as he saw the craftsmen of the Tower waving him over.
"It was a fine skin you brought, tough and thick," said Terren as he walked Danos past the drying rack and barrels of tanning solutions.
"But I wasn't able to make the cloak you had thought of, the skin spent too many days being in the woods and parts of it had rot. But I did make you these," said Terren as he showed Danos three items laying on the counter.
Danos ran his hands over the braces, the leather thick and dark but softened to be supple and not chafe. And most amazingly, a gleaming scabbard, the size of a good tower longsword, made of the leather and dark metal to match. Terren had used tools to cut a bear claw motif down the scabbard, and Danos could see the leather was well made and would weather for many years.
"It's beautiful, I can't believe you were able to make these. I will wear them with pride," said Danos as he tried the items on, glad that they fit as well as they did.
"My pleasure Ji'alatin. When you earn your blade, I will be pleased to see a Tower Forged sword resting in my work," Terren said clasping Danos' hand.
