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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: 1500hrs
[color=f26522]Location[/color]:  blacksmith To the warehouse then towards the arena 
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: Wasun Sjan-dehk [@Apex Sunburn]
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]:Princess Sadie [@Potter] [/center]
 

[color=f26522]Time[/color]: 1300hrs
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Sounds from the blacksmith were more prevalent than usual, the swinging of more than a few hammers against metal filled the air. Not as many as he thought joined up for the free lessons, a few locals he met in passing on the streets, the two young lads that were tasked with taking care of his things during his stay were there as he did ask them to, and a few odd servants from some of the other nobility were there as well. He was certain they were told to come to this to try and gleam some secrets from his forging techniques for their house as most were a little apprehensive to try in the beginning. Even the two boys were a little unsure when they first arrived, by the way they talked to him or interacted with him Roman could only assume they were abused in some way in their past for getting something wrong.

Roman just offered an encouraging hand, explaining every swing in detail, every color, every spark, every common injury, and even the right heat to keep the forge. It took him the better part of half an hour before they really started to put some effort into their work, correcting where needed but in a way where they would find the correct path on their own. This was the way he was taught, how his elders lead him through the process of working with your hands and figuring out the problem on your own with limited guidance. Even while forging in his leather apron with sweat dripping down him he did not forget about his friend.

Hoping that Sadie didn’t get caught up with something and would make her very original energetic entrance into the shop. That thought made him think back to a past memory one of sadness and anger. A night he remembered one of the few times he almost decided to toss his title and position aside, the night that he was informed of Sadie’s ‘husband’ and what he did. Erik had to physically stop him from disappearing into the night knowing all too well that the lord only had slaughter on his mind. That man was lucky that Erik knows when and when not to listen to his orders, in fact it’s likely the only reason that man was still alive.

Roman grew up learning everything about the royal family as was part of his training, Sadie was and has always been his favorite out of the three royal children. At times seeing her as a younger sister helping guide her and her invention ideas carefully. Pulling himself from those memories as the end of the first lesson drew to an end. 

“[color=f26522]Thank you everyone for coming, you all did an amazing job for your first day.[/color]” Pausing and bringing his hands together with a smile. [color=f26522]“Now I will be doing these classes here for the duration of my stay and I’ll keep a schedule posted out front on class times and dates. If you all preserver and complete these lessons you should have enough skill to start your own career here as an apprentice or even set up your own shop.”[/color] Pulling off his apron and folding it to set it down next to him. “[color=f26522]for those of you who show the best work and put in all your effort to learn and work will be invited to come back to Emberstone with me to train with the other masters, you will be paid during your stay and can bring along your family as well. The only stipulation is that everyone works.[/color]” Finishing with a nod to everyone and letting the forge start to cool, “[color=f26522]I will see you all here tomorrow, enjoy your day.[/color]” 
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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: 1445 Hrs.

With that the class was over and they began to walk out, some with small injuries, others a bit sore, and all of them leaving with a much better idea and respect for the trade. Most had finished a rough outline of their blade, it will be honed further, tempered, sharpened, than given a handle and a pouch for it. Effectively teaching them a little bit of leather working and wood working in the process. Roman on the other hand needed to clean himself and get ready for the swordsmanship competition. Deciding to cool off on the way to his storage, Roman walked back to the warehouse shirtless and a bit dirty gathering some interesting looks from the people enjoying their day.

It didn’t take to long for the giant to wash up and apply some perfume smelling of flowers, it was enough to hold him over for the rest of the day. He had already sent a missive ahead of schedule to the organizers of the dueling competition. This time he decided to change it up a little from the archery contest as that one was more of a random act. No this time he grabbed a claymore and a domed round shield with a bronze covering and wood reinforcement. Both were crafted with care for combat efficiency and to look good as well, both were sturdy, well balanced, and resilient for their given purpose. But these two were for second and third place, this time first place would get a free commission from him for one weapon or shield. 

He honestly preferred the flat round shields most used by his people but this one was not bad either, again both items were commissioned for other people who could not pay the bill for them. With the shield on his arm and the sword strapped to his shoulder Roman set out once again towards the sword competition. 

It was hard not to miss the athletic arena, once you cleared the corner of the caste walls it was easy to see. What wasn’t easy for him to see either blocked by the shield or he just got lost in thought was the man dressed in blue that he had to sidestep to miss running into almost tripping himself while doing so. 

[color=f26522]“My apologies friend I didn’t see you there.”[/color] Roman stopped and took a better look at the person before him. They looked and wore things that was refreshing to see in the sea of people who at times almost looked the same. This one seemed average in height and build but his clothes and look were foreign to the giant. Yet it was familiar, from the look of the man to how he was dressed and his weapons he was sure he heard stories of some far off land with strange speaking people. 

He took another moment to look over the man, “[color=f26522]those are some beautiful weapons you have there, where are you from?[/color]” Roman already knew he was running a bit late but figured he could stop to talk for a moment to this interesting individual.