Family Reunion

[Anastasia]

"But my lady!" The bearded man says, almost a wail, as the dwarf ignores him. Snickers go up around as the dwarf strokes his beard. "I can't rightly answer it. Barely seen him work at all. He's no dwarf, but he's not a fumbling idiot, either."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods. "I want an evaluation as soon as you can. In the meant time..."

She takes to the air and floats behind Walt. "Hi Papa! How do you like our forges?"

[Anastasia]

Father has finished his pounding, handing it off to an assistant.

"Alyssa, I've told you not to come into the forges when the men are working," he says with a fond smile. "Though you aren't at risk of getting hurt, are you? Not anymore."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I'm not a child anymore. Also, I have a surprise for you."

I know I just shuffled skillpoints around, but I'm going to abuse artistic license here.

Alyssa browses through the tools in the forge and finds a suitable hammer and a small length of metal, and heads over to the anvil. Using a combination of some simple spells and the fire abilities her Elemental Body spell grants her, she heats the metal and begins working it, aiming to make a simple, but elegant matching set of bracelets. One sized for a man, one for a woman.

[Anastasia]

Gimme a check then.

[Iron Dragoon]

Craft: Blacksmithing:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+42 : 18 + 42, total 60[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The bracelets you make are sublime, expertly crafted and magic cleaving away any compromises due to time constraints. Soon enough you have the bracelets, done except as you want.

Father watches, soon staring slack jawed, the other smiths much the same.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa puts the more feminine one on and hands the other to her father.

"There, Papa. All those times you told me to be careful around the forge just encouraged me. I dabbled at it when I came to the Order, but when I had the thought of moving you all here, I put my full effort into it."

[Anastasia]

The bracelet is taken slowly, "Not a single flaw I can see," he murmurs, "Incredible."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa smiles at him, pleased by the praise.

"You were good inspiration."

[Anastasia]

Guh!

You'll pulled into a hug tight enough to make your ribs creak, Father saying not a word.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa hugs back, enjoying the family time.

[Anastasia]

Like this time with your family passes. As you go back, a page comes up, "Ma'am," he bows as you walk through the halls, "Sir Jarem wishes to see you."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods and motions him to lead.

[Anastasia]

Jarem's quarters have something new - a dire tiger, sitting besides Jarem at his desk. "Queen," Jarem calls. "They did a superb job on the training."