The Next Journey (Tag: Open)

[Tobias Snow]

Tobias Snow, the Bastard Smith he was called by some within the walls of Riverrun. For a smith and a bastard he was at least in name and occupation. As it was he was not working on another sort, or repairing a rend in mail, or a gash within plate. He was finished with his work for the moment, even though sweat beaded his brow as he moved towards where he hoped that he might catch some kind of food, whatever it was that they might have deigned to feed him and his kind that day. He heard the whispers of young boys and doddering elders as they whispered about the coming battles that might yet reach their city. Some of the smiths had left to follow Robbs Army, others had stayed to aid in the constant work of keeping the defenders armed and armored whether with sword or arrow head they had more work than hammers and less steel than both...

His luck was with him, at least they were still serving the porridge if it was to be called that as he ambled up the stone path towards those with their wooden bowls and spoons hoping for a ladle of soup to help them keep a full stomach and a better than horrible outlook. Above he could see boys playing at knight atop the wall as they looked out wondering If some horde was about to descend upon them. He sighed as he took his own food and walked from the people, heading for some corner that no fool would bother him with stories of their youth or how Robb had broke the siege while riding on the back of his great dire wolf.

“The stories of my cousin grow more lavish with every telling,”

He whispered to the wind is it whispered along his cheeks and beyond down the cobbled road he had walked along back towards the cramped confines of his smithy... He did not wish to be gone for long for who knew when some young fool might decide he wished to play with a sword or axe and end up cutting out his own eyes of beheading a friend... It was why he had asked one of the remaining swordsman to watch his place for the moment to give him time enough to gather food, the man owed him anyway, for he had not been able to pay for the sword Tobias had placed in his hands... But the man had the hands and the skill for it and he was not about to give a good blade to an unskilled hand... Either way he wondered if he should stay within the walls any longer or if perhaps it was time to move on to another place and another pasture to see if any might have more need of him than as a armorer.

[Ser Bryce Tully]

Ser Bryce Tully always loved Riverrun. He loved the look, the fell, and the smells of the city, even if it was the rank smell of thousands of men preparing for war. He walked down the streets flanked by a pair of swordsmen that were not only his men-at-arms, but his friends as well. His reasoning for being in the smiths was to find a man who could repair his mail, which had a tear in it from a sword blow that he received from a Lannister in his most recent fight. It wasn’t bad, but it was enough to warrant a visit to the smithy.

He slipped inside the small smithy and found a man eating a meal with his back turned to him. Another swordsman was within the cramped area, but didn’t take much notice in him when he entered. Apparently they were more interested in their food at the moment. He turned to his men-at-arms and motioned for them to wait outside as the smithy was small enough without two more fully armed men. He pulled back the cloak on his shoulder and pulled the mail out from under his arm.

Bryce cleared his throat and stepped closer to the man. “Are you the smith here? My mail is in need of mending.” He made no introduction for himself, for he didn’t think it would really matter to the smith so long as he had money.

[Tobias Snow]

Sure the food was completely horrendous... but the young smith could hardly be picky of the food he could eat, after all he was in a war torn country with the fields being burned and destroyed so the question of whether they would continue to be able to eat and be fed lingered as the people huddled within the walls of the Island City. So he ate, and let the guard eat in peace as well. It was perhaps just the war, but smiths had uses, so keeping them safe was smart... not that he wanted a guard or babysitter but he and the guard were friendly towards one another, likely due to him also being a bastard.

Yet he did not strike up a conversation as the man sat near the door and Tobias ate in the back of the room that he worked in. Their was a set of stairs not far from him hidden by the wall before him that took him to a living quarters within the small building that was crammed between two other larger structures that seemed to loom over and around the one that he himself was using. A man walked in, this he knew by the sound of boots on the stone floor, and the sound of the door coming open without even a knock to inquire for admittance.

Unannounced, and unadmitted to the place was not something the man would agree with as he glanced into a small mirror next to him leaning on the work bench he ate at. The light of his lantern letting him see the mans face as he pulled aside the cloak and raised a chain mail shirt. It was obvious by its look that it was well cared for and often worn. Yet even as the man spoke Tobias simply continued to enjoy the food he was eating. Their was not point in him inturupting his dinner, because someone wanted to barge into his smith and demand something of him... Leave him to stand for a moment he thought to himself as he took another moment to sop up some tiny remains of gruel within the bowl and finishing off the bitter ale that was likely more water than ale.

It was only then that he turned from his place and glowered at the man from beneath dark almost black hair curling on his head. The similarities between him and Robb Stark had been told to him and though he did not agree that he looked even passingly like his lorldy cousin, people still claimed he looked like the Lord Stark.

“and to what reason should I repair your mail before I finish the work on the other pieces that I have been commissioned to make, or repair for other soldiers that are about to face battle... and why would I do so when you barge into my smith during my supper without even knocking...”

As he spoke he pointed out the several sets of mail shirts and plate breastplates that were in various places in the room making the room feel smaller than it in fact was. This was not to mention the simple yet skillfully crafted swords and axe's in the room also needing work or waiting to be delivered to soldiers.

[Ser Bryce Tully]

The Knight waited paitently for the smith to continue finishing his meal. He scuffled his boots on the ground a looked about the smith while he waited to see the man's work. It wasn't bad for how young the man was . He was about to turn and leave for he thought the man was either daft or just hard of hearing, neither thing he really wanted in a smith, but before he did the man turned to him and spoke. For a brief moment when the smith turned about, he though he was looking at his new young King Robb, but once he got a better look at him the similarities fleeted.

"Because our damned castle smith left with the Young Wolf when he marched from here and I can't very well lead a war without a proper set of mail. But if you're far too busy then I'll take my dragons elsewhere. I'm sure I can find another sorry smith somewhere within this city."

He began to turn towards the door to walk out for what he said was true. Without his castle smith, he wasn't able to have his own arms and armor fixed quickly for him and his knights. He'd hoped to find some smith here in the low town area to take on the position, but thus far he'd had little luck, not to mention the fact that he actually did need his mail fixed soon. He hoped the lure of money would be enough to convince the man to fix his mail because if he didn't he'd have to ride to the Stark camp without it; which was something he'd rather not do since the Lannisters invaded the Riverlands and made travelling about the roads much more treacherous now.