Hakon had enough of this, massive steel armoured men showing up from nowhere and magically making things pop up? To help fight against bloodthirsters?
It made no sense, it was obvious it claimed to be [i][b]Ha[/b][/i], but he was not so sure it really was him.
After all, it could just be some deamon trying to trick them to follow it, deamons do that.... probably...

Hakon didn't actually know a lot about deamons, except that they were evil and tempted people. Well, he was sure they were at least evil and powerful.

Hakon smith had given up on his former home and rented a seat on a carriage going to the legendary city of Ha'zufel. It was legendary for many reasons, it had never fallen to an attacker, its foundries were the most impressive on Gaea.
His old master had always told him that Ha'zufel was the best place to become a promising smith, seeing how he was killed by the bloodthirsters Hakon didn't know any other place he could learn smithing apart from the legendary citadel.

The cart ride had been long and arduous, the travelling trader also was a gruffy non-talkative fellow with a massive crossbow. Constantly chewing on a cigar, most of the time it wasn't even lit, probably to save money on cigars.
Hakon didn't care too much, he was too scared to talk to him anyway. He also wanted to rest as much as possible.

He had brought everything he owned, the small crappy anvil he got from his old master, his leather apron, tools and all the coins he owned.
It wasn't much, but he hoped it would be enough to pay for his education.

-"We're gettin' close!" The coachman suddenly yelled, Hakon almost flipped over in the cart out of surprise.
-"O...ok." The young man said while peeking out from one of the window flaps on the right side of the cloth overhang.

In the distance, the massive outer walls of Ha'zufel could be seen, inside those the second wall slightly higher, repeating until the massively tall innermost citadel loomed over the entire landscape.
Made from charred stones, the entire city was a dark bastion just oozing with might. Five sets of walls, each one several times taller than the tallest house of his home village. It was ridiculous!

Hakon was awed, he had never seen the mighty fortress, and now he would live there.

After reaching the gate he payed the toll and was figuratively thrown off the wagon by his travelling 'companion'. Not far from practically thrown off either.
With difficulty, he managed to ask people for help, drag his belongings around, not get mugged nor get any of his things pilfered and get to the smithing school his master had told Hakon that he went to.

It was rather easy to miss, the much larger and more impressive school was in the middle of a fine street, it's massive signs showing 'Meisters foundry & school'. Far too impressive to let anyone of his status enter, he even saw men with far finer clothing than his old villages merchant being denied entry to Meisters by their guards.
No, the school he would be going to, was 'Hubbons', actually in an alleyway next to Meisters.
After dragging his things into the dank dark alleyway, he knocked on the door which had the Hubbons sign above it, simply carved into wood.
He could hear some people starting to move about, but couldn't see anyone. He was starting to panic, without thinking when the door opened Hakon simply barged the door open and ran inside and started to breathe heavily on the floor.

-"Now what kind of rude manners is that?" The white haired and bearded man said to Hakon.
He was wearing a heavily patched leather apron with several tools hanging from it in leather loops, sturdy boots with metal slag stuck to them. No shirt, his long beard, hair and apron covering most of his form. His hair was braided and on his back a large tubular brass decor was used to hold it in place.
He kept going.
-"I assume you want to be schooled here, sorry, we're full. Already got two students." Hakon looked up and gaped, before speaking.
-"But.. i left my home, I... I brought money!" With that he franticly went through his pack to find his coin purse, which broke, he shakingly held up his collection of copper and odd silver coins, a nervous smile on his face.
The old smith shaked his head, picked up a silver coin and bent it.
-"This one isn't even real silver, I am sorry, i can't take you..." It was obvious he was kind, he didn't want to reject the boy.

Hakon wasn't even able to form words, he simply started to gather his things while silently sobbing.
Until the old smith had enough.
-"Oh... damn you and my sentiments. Stop sobbing you little fool! I can't stand it. Alright, you can become my apprentice! But i'm taking ALL of those coins, and you have to do the housework. There are no rooms left either, so fix up the storage room with some space on the floor." Hakon shone up, gathered his coins and the broken purse and bowed on the floor.
-"Thank you! You won't regret this!" He yelled, tried to kiss his new masters boots but was pushed away with a stern footfall.

-"And STOP grovellin'! I can't stand it, you are starting to make me doubt this decision!" He gruffed, before speaking up once more.
-"I am Robert Hubbons, call me Hubbons, 8th generation of Hubbons. I am the master of this house. You will listen to my orders, understood?!"
Hakon stood up and tried to do a salute, it was pathetic, but at least an honest one. Robert Hubbons just crooked his lips in a grimace and shook his head slightly.
What had he gotten himself into he thought.