Isobel enters to great hall looking tired but heads over to the desk.
Hi Anthony I was hoping you could help me.
Master Rourke suggested that Umbrial might know of a master smith I could call upon. We have had dealings with him in the past ,his Name is F'lar or F'nor or something like that. He was the one to craft the Celestial Blades.
I was wondering if there was any way of contacting him again as I have a commission for him.

The mage scratches his head.
"He hasn't been seen for a very long time I'm afraid. Shame, talented bloke.
Umbrial does have a smith working for her that might be able to help."

Its not Master Rourke is it as I have already spoken to him and he has sent me this way.Otherwise how do I contact him ?

Anthony giggles.
"No it's not Rourkey. Our new fella isn't based in Prodigio unfortunately. If you tell me what sort of item you're after I'll contact him and see if he's able to help."

Isobel looks surprised as this dour seaming mans display of humour she grins back, and noticeably relaxes despite being blatantly out of place here .
well I collected some claws and manables from a rock crunching beast whilst we were away last time and I also lost the head from my mace so I would like a new mace making useing what I collected.Master Rourke says its possible but needs a specialist to do it hence why I am here.
I collected quite a few claws and will be willing to use them as payment if this chap would be interested or I could probably pay in gems depending on how much it would be but the claws are fairly special and quite unique I think and should be of interst to him, what do you think ( Isobel shows Anthony one of the claws)

He looks over the proffered animal part appraisingly.
"My word, unusual uh.. thing this. Very hard too. From previous dealings with our dwarf, I'd say it won't be cheap, this will be a novel material to work with and will need some unusual bits to secure it to the main shaft. I don't know how much he'd knock off for extra supplies, but for such an unusual, possibly even unique weapon, I think he'd probably charge at least 500 Crowns."
He shrugs. "That's just a rough guess though."

ok well contact him and see what he says. I will be in town for a while and if he needs me to go to him thats not a problem, I could even work the smithy for him if he likes perhaps as part payment along with the spare claws and pincers I have done some black smithy work before nothing this special but I would love the chance to watch a master at work !.
If you cant find me leave a message at the inn.
Thanks for your help. Oh sorry do you remember who I am ? Names Isobel do you need anything else from me, If not I better be off I think I need to talk to ferret.

Or another idea would be if he or she has any youngsters that need training in weapon skills I would be happy to offer my abilities in that direction. the only other thing I have to offer is that damed egg that no body knows what to do with. ..well have a chat and see what you can do for me will you.

His eyebrows raise.
"Egg?"

haven't you heard about my egg ( Isobel pulls it out of her bag and shows it to Anthony)
It is some sort of weird magic. I am told it has all four elemental magics in it but also some sort of tcra magic too. I have heard of a new magic called mandack and I was wondering if it was that. I,m really not sure what it is. Umbrial has had a cursory look she told me to keep hold of it and she didn't say much else, so your guess is as good as mine.

The child looks strangely at the round object the heavily armed woman produces, then turns to Anthony

I bin told to give you this. He holds out a scroll tube to Anthony

and wait till you've read it.

He looks expectantly at the Mage

The blond mages eyebrows rise even higher at the entry of the child.
"Err..."
He takes the scroll tube from the youngling and reads it, rolling the coin that was contained within between his long fingers.
"Very well, I will see to this."
He posts the message down the chute in his desk and puts the crown in the money box on his desk.
"Right young man. I'm on strict orders to have you fed and watered."
He spies Stompy playing with some gravel in a plant pot and taps the floor twice to get his attention.
"Take this young man to the kitchens and get him some good food. For people... you know the squishy ones." He rolls his eyes hoping he'd get the gist.
"I don't suppose you have a place to stay either...." he says quietly.
Stompys brows furrow temporarily producing tiny grains of sand which drift onto the flagstones. He then nods enthusiastically, and puts his hand out to the child gently.
"You want come wiv me an see yummies an stay in nice warmed house an be safe wiv over kids?"
The grubby child rubs his sleeve across his snotty nose considering the deep concept of not having to sleep behind the dunny at the Mages Retreat, and the possibility of a roast turkey leg in the kitchens here, having been freshly cooked with a crispy skin and dripping with fat.
"'k." He holds his hand out to Stompy who grasps it and they toddle off to the kitchen, the little earth elemental talking proudly all the while about the lovely floor in the new orphanage.

The mages eyebrows beat a hasty retreat from the hills of his forehead and settle.
His eyes flick about cautiously till his gaze rests once more upon Isobel.
"Yup, T'Cra come from the Mendak, which is where we think their source of power is. It's... an anathema to elemental magics, which is why your egg is a bit odd. It shouldn't exist."
He eyes the lump warily.
"I would suggest keeping that very safe. Honestly... I don't know where you lot keep finding these odd things."
He shakes his head wearily and shrugs.

It came out of a crature that we killed a while back. well I better be off. Please pass on my request to the smith for me do I owe you anything for that ?

Morgrim strides into the great hall, coming up too anthonys desk, " hello anthony long time no see, hope your kepping well and all that .. is umbrial about? i have a problem with a spell and i really cant see where im going wrong.. i fear my time is running short on the matter , it is of some urgency" Morgrim is visibly worried, an unusual mood for this particular ogre.

The mage cocks his head and his eyebrows flick upwards briefly.
"I take it this is a matter of some delicacy? Would some privacy be required?"

"not particulary, im not ashamed to say i havent grasped this spell completely, im just at a loss where im going wrong? , maybe if umbrial could help me perform the spell? or if i could perform it and someone tell me where i am going wrong? " Morgrim shuts his eyes and rubs his furrowed brow, "Its been troubling me for a while, my child has been left in the care of what can only be described as undead, i need to know where he is as soon as possible,"

As no money has been asked for Isobel departs

Morgrim takes a seat and begins fiddling with his boot buckles

The mage scratches the back of his neck.
"Ah. I see..... I'm afraid Umbrial isn't about at the moment. I don't know when she'll be back. As for Neimals pool.... it is a notoriously awkward spell. Easy to learn, hard to perfect."
He waves briefly at Isobels departure, writes a quick note, and send it down the tube in his desk.

Morgrim mumbles to himself , "ok , i guess il try again, " Morgim trudges away

Morgrim trudges out of the great hall, throwing anthonty a wave as he leaves.