Interactions

Erasmus' head was pounding. He could feel that he needed to get somewhere, though he wasn't sure what that somewhere was, but he knew he wasn't there. He felt that he needed to stop. To sit down, perhaps, and let his mind cool down. Without paying much attention, he moved towards the closest building he could find in the town, and he pushed the doors open and stepped inside. Though he was undeterred, inside the heat was swelling, and a metallic pounding rung out from somewhere further in. A soft jingling sounded out as he entered.

A short moment later the pounding stopped, and there was the sound of doors opening and closing, something being shoveled and air being pumped. Erasmus had no idea what any of it meant, but he stumbled around the room until he found a bench. He couldn't focus well enough to take in his surroundings. But the sounds were dying out, and his head was cooling off, despite the heat.

"Excuse me?" came a voice from the back. "Can I help you?" Erasmus looked up to see a young man, dressed in simple clothes and covered in sweat. His muscles were well toned, though not particularly large, but he seemed fairly confident in what it was he did. His voice was rough and dry, as though it had been burned out. Erasmus eyes focused on him, the first thing he had been able to focus on since the pounding had begun.

"I, uh..." Erasmus voice was weaker than he had expected, which caught him off guard. "I'm not sure. My head, it just hurts..."

The man approached him from behind a counter Erasmus had not previously noticed. "I would think a blacksmith's shop would not be the best place for you to go if you wish to get aid for a hurting head," he explained, his tone gentle despite the roughness of his voice. "What happened?"

"I don't remember. I don't remember anything before the pounding."

"Do you remember your name?"

"...Erasmus."

The man smiled. "You remember something. I'm Leo. It's nice to meet you."

Erasmus couldn't but smile in return. "It's nice to meet you as well, Leo."

Leo's eyes shifted then, to something that was behind Erasmus. Erasmus looked over his shoulder to see what the blacksmith was looking at, and was surprised to see a long pole with an axe attached to it strapped to his back. "That's quite a piece of work you have there," Leo noted. His eyes were running it over, like a father looking over a long lost son. "May I have a look at it?"

Erasmus nodded, reaching back to loose the weapon, swinging it around as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Leo took it gently, examining the metal working of the axe at the end. "This is a marvelous creation," he commented. "The sharpness is outstanding, in the form is better than anything I have seen in a long time. I suppose you don't know where you got it?"

Erasmus shook his head. The pounding was finally beginning to fade. "Don't even know what it's called," he replied.

Leo chuckled. "It's a polearm." He gently handed it back. "You're an interesting man, Erasmus. The wing being the least of it."

Erasmus blinked, confused. "Wing?"

"It looks like we both have a lot of questions."