He looked at the goblin and perked a brow. "A blacksmith?"
Silvera wrote:
"There is a no weapons rule miss goblin" the kitsune would approach pow and pick her up "so if you are gonna blacksmith in here, you need to make things like pots, pans, horshoes, etc."
"Hey, let go of me!" She squealed, "You have no reason to pick me up!" She'd say... "Now put me down!"
"Gently please.." she quickly added
Drael Chizkitch wrote:
He looked at the goblin and perked a brow. "A blacksmith?"
"Yes, now please free me-"
"Silv.....let her go...."
"Hmmm? I'm treating her like I treat my kits. I ain't mean no anger towards the action"
Cathfawr walked into the bar, he looked around, trying to find a warm, sunny spot to lay down at in the bar.
"I am a grown woman!" She said, before continuing to yell at her in goblin-
"But Im not a child, now shoo!" She said waving her off "I refuse to serve you-" she grumbles, a tad upset now, as she begins to set up shop
Cathfawr flopped on a booth seat that was being warmed by the sunlight coming from the window and curled up.
Pow also nodded, a tad worried that issues would persist
Cathfawr was sleeping on the booth seat quietly, tail in his mouth, as snow leopards did.
Well.. the only think that could be considered a wrapon is her hammer, but she is holding onto it rather tightly.. "Please stop trying to take my things" she said
Cathfawr opened his eyes and stretched. "Please shut up, I'm tryin' sleep." He said, his voice mumbling from being half-asleep.
Pow takes a moment, "Ahem" she begins to yell loudly, It was partially gibberishand goblin speech "Please stop little mouse" She'd say, pushing the mouse gently
Cathfawr was startled by the gibberish/goblin speech yell and slipped off the booth seat comically, by mistake.
She gigglws mischievously, before looking for something to light the forge with, maybe some firewood from the fire.. but she should probably ask
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