The Palet

[Yoff 328]

The smacking of iron can be heard far in the wilds, Retlin Orman works at his small smith ship. Price stands eagerly beside him, looking over at Ret's fine work.

 

"So, when will me mallet be done?" Price speaks giddy with excitement.

[Abysmall 119]

Ret responds to Price with a irritated tone.

" Price, go talk to Corvo or something...I can't talk and work I'm gonna end up ploughin something up! "

Ret continues to pound the irritated metal shaping it slightly.

Ret looks up to his design and then back down, he continues to work.

[Abysmall 119]

Hours later the echos of the clashing of the metal ceases.

Ret hangs the bare Iron mace up, it hangs within the cold water within the cauldron, Steam ushers from the smithy.

He walks over to Price and says.

" The hard part's done, the timber's fashioned to fit the weapon, I just need to insert it within the weapon and bind it with a Iron Pin. Then the last and final part will be to wrap the handle within the cow hide which is hanging on the mast soaking in the sea breeze. Give me another day and I should have it done. "

Ret walks towards his chambers, for a well deserved rest.