Tomorrow will be kinder.

[dreadinquisitor]

WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Open
WHAT: Maxwell's got some things he'd like to get done before the Inquisition heads out.
WHEN: Before heading to the Emprise
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: One prompt is smoopy. You have been warned.

Archery Range:

Settled in the garden, Maxwell and his belongings had been right in the path of the abomination. He'd managed to escape unscathed, but the rest of his things weren't as lucky. Many were damaged, or outright destroyed. And replacing them was not as easy it had once been.

Keenly aware that he had no real right to complain, and that the alternatives - on either side - could be much worse, he said nothing about it. Merely put his head down, and got to work. Doing whatever he could to earn a little extra coin, or to trade for replacement clothes and bedding. (And maybe, if he was lucky, enough extra to prepare for the trek to the frigid mountains of the Emprise.)

The archery range was a good place for this. Any bowman worth their salt could fletch and sharpen their own arrows, but it was busy work and Maxwell didn't mind offering his hands and time for a small fee. For a larger price he'd even tend to the bows themselves - restringing, and waxing, maybe a little customization? How about some nice engraving?

He liked the work, and it put a little money in his pocket. A victory all around, in Maxwell's book.

Forge:

When he'd filled his requests for the day, and when Skyhold's blacksmiths had hung up their tools for the night, Maxwell took their place with some work of his own. He hoped that he might be able to finish his gift for Gavin before the Inquisition broke for the Emprise. He didn't know if the elf was going, or even if he was, how much they might see of each other while they were there. (It wasn't a holiday, after all.)

The idea of getting the necklaces finished, and being able to take a piece of each other where ever they went... it made him smile, and pushed him to work that much harder, stoking the fires long into the night.

Skyhold Wild Card:

There was time, occasionally, for tea or ale in the Herald's Rest. And he was still looking for some corner of the castle to call his own, after the last had been burnt to a crisp. Even if neither were particularly productive, he did get to meet all sorts of new faces.

Comments

[amygdalae]

[Bruce watches Maxwell as the other works on the links, seeing each of them as they popped out from the swings of the hammer. Blacksmithing isn't something Bruce sees often, but he can still appreciate it for what it is.]

You're quite used to that hammer. [He says after a while, glancing up at Maxwell.] Have you done this for long?

[Blacksmithing in general, he meant.]

[dreadinquisitor]

A few years. [Maxwell considered for a moment, then nodded. A few years was fair.] I'm not a master artificer, by any means, but crafting a simple chain is fairly straight forward.

[amygdalae]

A few years is still a considerable length of time. It's something to be commended.

[And the chains do look relatively well-crafted (at least to him), so its clear that Maxwell had learned well.]

[dreadinquisitor]

Nothing anyone else couldn't have done. [He smiled gently.] It's just patience and practice.

[amygdalae]

Not many can have that.

[Bruce knows that for a fact.]

The fact that you can is commendable by itself, I think.

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell's expression shifted slightly, uncertain. He couldn't really say, not knowing the man well, but something about Bruce's tone...]

Well, I won't deny a compliant if you're so insistent on giving it.

[A light joke.]

Thank you.

[amygdalae]

[A small smile here.]

I'm only saying what's true. There's no need for thanks.

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell laughed, and shrugged his shoulders.]

As you say.

[OOC: We can probably start to wrap this up, I think?]

[amygdalae]

[OOC: Works for meeeee.]

[Bruce sends another smile then, and after a pause glances off towards the direction of the door he had entered from.]

Alright, I suppose I shouldn't bother you any more. [He glances briefly at the chain that Maxwell is making.] Make sure you get some rest soon yourself.

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell waved the hammer in Bruce's direction, smiling warmly.]

Same to you, Ser.

[amygdalae]

[He smiles one more time and inclines his head, then turns and proceeds to make his way out of the forge.

All in all, that was some time well spent with pleasant company.]