Sweaty, Moist, Black.. Smiths.

It's been a couple of days since Reima and the others had left to assist the Skellige Isles against Nilfgaard, the subsequent celebration was great but eventually, they all had to return home as they all had responsibilities. That, and the fact Reima couldn't very well leave Asgore in charge of everything for an extended period of time...

Reima was greeted by Quelaag and Quelina upon returning, him spending a couple hours listening what they both had gotten up to during the battle, the former just training the Chaos Servants while the latter was managing to brew Potions with the new magical herbs.

The next day Garelt stopped Reima as he was finally going to visit the Smithy... Apparently Geralt wished to have special weaponry made for Cerys, Hjalmar, and Crach an Craite, as gratitude for all the help they'd given them, as well as Winters Blade.

Reima nods, thinking that being on good terms with Skellige didn't seem like such a bad idea. "I'm sure Andre, Vamos and Coaugh would be happy to make whatever you want." he says, them both then walking to the Smithy.

They enter through the giant-sized door and are immediately hit with the smell of coal, molten metals and oil. That, as well as the distinct stench of sweaty unwashed men... This was obviously coming from Andre and Coaugh, the former was sweating profusely while hammering a red hot lump of steel, the sweat rapidly evaporating as it dripped onto it.

Reima holds his nose, "Man, do you guys ever wash? I don't know what's worse! The sewers of Lordran or the lot not taking a shower."

Andre glances at them, still hammering away, "Oi, I don't know what a shower is but those Sewers could kill a man from its stench alone!"

Vamos laughs, "Hahaha! The advantage of not having a nose!" he says, as he links another ring for some king of chainmail armour. His bony fingers proving to be quite dexterous for the task.

Coaugh doesn't respond, simply grunting from the corner where he taps on some kind of dagger with his tiny hammer.

Reima "So you guys have finally scared off Rickert?" he asks, looking around for the meek magical blacksmith.

Vamos "'Im? He's in that library 'o yours, somethin' about this worlds magical applications and runes." he mutters, obviously having not listened to Rickert very well.

Andre "Aye, he'd been talking with that Arie friend of yours. Seemed rather put out with losin' 'is arm to those Eternal Arse Holes. Offered to make one similar to 'is last, but Rickert pulled 'im to the side for somethin'." he says, causing both Reima and Geralt to raise their eyebrows.

Reima "So hows everything going for the smithy? You don't seem to have many customers right now..." he asks, wondering if there was something wrong.

Andre stops hammering the lump of molten metal that's beginning to shape and stuffs it back in the furnace to heat back up. "Yup, problem we got is all our creations are too durable... We don't get repeat customers you see, not that I mind it, creating weapons for people 'as never been my goal... Perfecting my craft? Now that's what I long for." he says,

Vamos "Tends to be a bit boring 'ere though, that Alphys creature gets us to make some interesting things 'owever. I mean, what on earth do ya need large copper coils for!?!" he exclaims.

Coaugh nods, "Long coppery wires, strange." he says, tossing the completed dagger into a pile next to him before starting on another.

Reima rubs his chin but doesn't pursue the subject, deciding he'd have better luck talking to Alphys directly. "Anyway, Geralt here has a request for you lot." he says, nodding his head at the Witcher next to him.

Andre chuckles, "Now I wonder what 'ur pappy wants from us Reima?"

Geralt shakes his head and ignores his words, "I need three blades made, one for a woman and the others for two large men. I'll leave the specific designs to you but they must be the best quality we can make."

Reima nods, "Think of this as a political mission, I'll allow you to use as much Titanite as you want for this, so go crazy... These'll likely be made their families ancestral weapons so bear that in mind." he says, not believing that anyone in this world, or indeed many others could beat these three at blacksmithing.

Andre grins, showing a few missing teeth, "Hmm, I 'ave a couple ideas already. Come back in..." he gives the other two a glance, "A week, and we'll see what we've come up with." he says.

Geralt nods, "Thank you." he says, nodding to Reima and leaving.

Reima "I'll be down in a week to check out what you've done with Geralt, I look forward to it." he says, waving his hand and dropping a small crate of Titanite before leaving as well.

Elsewhere :

Ciri had just beaten three Pyreblades in a sparring session while utilising her Elder Blood abilities, she felt quite rusty compared to when she was constantly on the run from the Wild Hunt, this is primarily due to her extended stay in the HP universe. Though, she was looking forward to improving her ability to use it further than she had the chance to in the past.

Just as she was about to begin another fight with four Pyreblades they were interrupted by a black-haired witch watching from the sie with crossed arms.

Ciri "Yen?" she asks, wondering if she needed something.

Yennefer nods and walks between the confused looking Pyreblades as well as Ciri, "I've made some progress deciphering the Sages journal, would you like to have a look?" she asks.

Ciri's eyes go wide, "What? I mean, yes!"

Yennefer grins and opens a portal to her and Geralt's room, "Come, let's look them over inside." she says, both walking through with the portal disappearing.

The Pyreblades that'd been sparring with Ciri just shrug at each other and begin fighting each other in a free for all.