In the early recesses of the morning, a male figure was hard at work as he went about creating marvelous items from the ores the earth bore to the family. Weapons were neatly hanged in order to display the craftsmanship of the duo. The boy continuously hit at the bright metal at specific angles and places to form the item into what would be a newborn blade for a wandering adventurer to buy. As went to work, he stay attentive of not only the blade, but for any potential customers who decided to buy a weapon this early in the morning... then again, very seldom did he see a speck of life other than the occasional animal. As he finished melding the sword, he proceeded to cool it down before taking a look at the eloquently crafted blade.

[color=0072bc]"Hmm, not bad I would have to say. The blade is sharp as always with the point easily being able to rend flesh... brr, a rather ghastly thought but alas it is the truth, a sad one too at it..."

[I]"Anyways, I need to deliver some weapons to a few people and Academymen today. I have a list of them who wished for me to deliver, however, others may appear to receive their weapons while I'm gone... Hopefully mother doesn't worry over me wandering off on some wondrous journey... not like that will happen with a grip stronger than steel"[/I][/color]

With a placid sigh, he went inside the clean house which was kept well despite the sharp tools all around. Scanning the general area, he found a clean sheet of paper which was lying near surprisingly things that could be considered haphazard. That was a sign his mother possibly forgot to clean up something last night before heading off to the bar. Even if it was minor, they did have to keep appearances up to attract potential people who might wish to procure goods and he didn't at all want the impression of being sloppy.

The boy dealt with the problem as quickly as possible and went about his business, finding the required materials for leaving a note behind so she would understand where he traversed. As he went to work writing out a letter, he continued to ponder on the enigmatic message his father left for him involving flowers, along with the strange gift he received last night. He wracked his mind over their meaning, but continued to struggle with unlocking the secrets that averted his sight. Once he finished the letter, he left it on the desk since that was the first thing she would most likely see when coming into the lobby. With that said, he went back into the shop, procuring the goods before heading off.

[color=0072bc][i]"Makes me wonder why some people can't ever get this trade as it is rather simple. Then again, people have their own niche and can use it to assist them in their upbringing... Father practiced some alchemy but I struggled with conjuring up creative concoctions. Even so, I shouldn't give up on this path I carve. I might need to stubbornly find another way if she keeps trying to to me down and force me to go into blacksmithing and blacksmithing only. She knows that I have a lust for knowledge, but she is trying too hard to let that desire wilt away with her consistantly attempting to safeguard me... Maybe one day I'll be able to pursue it, but for now... this."[/i][/color]

The boy lamented in his thoughts as he began his way south, cleaning his face off with a simple rag that became gray over the course of the wiping the grime and sweat embedded on his cheeks. He gained a few looks from a small amount of people around his age which must of garnered a reasoning for why he was up so early while having the appearance of being worn out. The others who were familiar with his kin of work an services he provide were no stranger as he delivered the weapons to their new found companions. One by one, he recorded them and their purchase along with gaining the proper amount of gold from them in the process. Over the course of the early morning, he dispatched the items with ease, before delivering the final weapon - a spear to its rightful owner. With that task finally completed, he began to traverse back to the blacksmith, contemplating on whether to go do some self training or study a bit...

... before hearing a familiar voice of a rather infamous fellow (in his eyes) complementing the mayors daughter. Even with that specific part of the sentence popping out, he was more curious to what he meant by scourge... and then he saw the deer that was devouring the mayors flowers. It was a bright yellow, the same color as the flowers which helped the boy easily discern that this was a cobalt deer. One of his books told him about the enchanted beasts that roamed close to town and he absorbed the knowledge into his system, gaining a keen understanding of the predicament. He also came to the conclusion of how to lure it away without jumping to the use of weaponry as it looked like they were a bit befuddled and almost ready to act on impulse.

[color=0072bc][i]"Alright, so deer problems... ok Laciel, just walk up to them and politely state your business and idea to remove the creature from the premises without the use of force."[/i]

"Uhm... Uh sir? I, er, uhm... I th-think I have a solution t-to th-this problem."[/color]

That could of been smoother than he thought as he attempted to avoid any sort of eye contact. This whole situation was awkward and he just wanted to flee back to the blacksmith as this was so embarrassing. What if he said the wrong thing or tripped over his own words?! This wasn't at all a good situation for Laciel.