The Branborough Workshop

[Petyr 485]

*You see a sign on the bulletin board of Branborough, as well as at the Sanctuary.*

Welcome all to the Branborough Workshop! Here, the most nimble and dexterous craftsmen create the finest handiwork in all the land.

The items crafted here are found and made no where else. Indeed, we anticipate that our most popular items will be the elegant pipes (best accompanied with Petyr's Pipeweed, as well as rafts and chests, may be acquired by most anyone.

Of course, we don't like to give away all of our halfling-only luxuries, but if you're in okay standing with us, we might be persuaded to give ye a fine fishing rod, hoe or shovel of halfling-make. We take pride in our tools, eh, as we spend a whole lot of time farming, fishing, and burrowing.

If ye beg hard enough, and yer rather respected amongst halflings, perhaps ye'll find the opportunity to acquire a contraption also invented by a halfling - the sofa. The best way to describe such is as a long chair of fine wood, padded with luxurious colored wool. The first of these sofas was made in Dunwood, and the method of making is still known today.

Should ye be a great friend of the halflings and deemed worthy, ye might have a halfling tankard of your very own. Most know of the quality of halfling tankards, and indeed some whisper that the tankards are crafting using the Tankard to Rule Them All... but those are of course just rumors!

If ye are truly exalted among every halfling in Asulon, then you might ask the honorable craftsmen to make ye a brewing kettle of your very own. This is quite pricy and difficult, regardless of standing with us.

We prefer to trade, but we do take minas if necessary. It's best to pay in items such as iron, darkwood, or the like.

[xmrsmoothx 317]

Paizon ***** her head as she stares at the sign.

"What do these little black squigglies say?"

[Petyr 485]

"They say, we'll make ye lots of fancy stuff in our new fancy workshop!"

[shiftnative 3103]

*smiles warmly after looking over the board and says to himself..*

"Perhaps I'll return and acquire some new additions to my home!"

[Petyr 485]

Looking, at the bulletin board, Petyr realizes that the only copy of this poster is in the Vale.

"Oy! Well I'm rather forgetful. I'll have to put one or two up at the Sanctuary, eh..."

Petyr heads to the boat with a few posters.

[Dagesh 0]

Waddling to the poster, Qaton rubs his hairless chin as he reads. Soon he heads over a few hills and finds the workshop and nearby burrow for crafting and sets right to work.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Rill claps his hands excitedly at the grand opening of the workshop.

"Maybe I can whiddle some of me pipes, per'aps! It's an art, don't ye know?"

[Petyr 485]

"Oh please, lad! Ye couldn't out-pipecraft me if me hands were replaced with me feet!"

[Saviordude 133]

*On the way to his burrow, he stops to read the poster*

"I wonder if I'm "exalted" with th' 'alfins... I sure 'ope so. I'd love t' get me 'ands on some of that!"

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Rill jokingly makes a filthy hand gesture towards Petyr, and horridly attempts to make some sort of comeback.

"Yer feet are hands! Oh bugger it."

[Dagesh 0]

Qaton looks at his childish hands and notices callouses forming. He opens and closes his fingers unconsciously as he reaches for his tools. The rhythm of heating, clanking, crafting, lets his thoughts drift.

He sees Petyr in his mind with a request. He considers an iron tool and he ponders the small gold nugget he found on the doubly dead zombee. As his stream on consciousness flows his short arms with the small calloused hands continue heating, clanking, crafting. He recalls a dark wooded sentinel standing over all other trees. He envisions soft rolling hills and the river running through them all. And again he heats, he clanks, and he crafts...