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Ooc- Sorry for the delay guys. I don't like to post if I'm not sober. Happy New Year btw.

-Dalen Capital, Gularzob's Shop. Mid-afternoon, 0 DSTR-

Isai narrowed his eyes in slight disappointment when it came to Artem's description of himself, but he shook his head and began writing. Speaking as he wrote, he said, "Bantling will not work, as you said. It would be recognized as Verden and that alone would be enough to condemn us all, but then if they only recognized the meaning, it would do the same. You will be called Mattel Ricci"

Looking up from the parchment for some sort of rebuttal, he skipped downwards and began writing again. He would be from one of the kingdoms that fell within the borders of the Timber Crag Kingdom. He was a fighter, one who served both his local Lord as well as his King on the Mountain Throne. His service awarded him a position of nobility equal to that of a knight as well as a large sum of money. He used that money to buy large amounts of usable land, allowing him to turn a profit and increase his standing in the nobility. He would not be of noble birth, but being from a merit-based society, he could earn his way up.

Smiling as he finished, Isai turned it so that Artem could read it before asking, "Any questions? In regards to why I need to know, it is so that I can make a history that meshes with you. There would be no need to make an extravagant story that you cannot remember and cannot hope to fulfil. No, I will make one that sits close to home so that you remember and do not betray me."

Hearing the tenacious edge that overcame the fairy's voice, Gularzob glanced over to look at her with raised brows. From his judgement of her character so far, this did not seem to be normal for her. She was so hungry in her speech of how Thalia could fall, Gularzob could not help but look away and stare into the flames. Off to the side was a hand-carved wooden mannequin to fit one of his latest commissions. The steel had yet to come in for it, but he glanced into the fire as he spoke, "She is extremely prideful, but you will find that that is an extremely common trait in Dalen. Those that support her are proud of what she has done. Those that oppose her are proud of what they have done against her. I find myself in a position between a rock and a hard place. Friends and customers on either side, and my true allegiance is neither side." Smirking, he rubbed the tips of his left fingers with his right palm as he stared down at the hardwood of the counter.

Gularzob simply nodded at her comment of his professionalism and kept his eyes on the counter as she moved her hand to retrieve her dagger. Tracing a finger along the grain of the hardwood, he glanced over when she stepped towards him with the blade presented. Looking down at the blade, he studied it for a few seconds before looking to her as she spoke. Chuckling softly, he picked the blade up as he spoke, "I see that it did not serve its purpose, but it is still quite beautiful. I would be interested in crafting a twin to the one you already own. It would come at a price, however."

Lars looked at the clothes from every angle, spinning the mannequins as the final stitches were completed. Smiling and nodding, she ran a hand through her hair before blowing out a short breath and turning to face the others. Taking in a breath to replace the one she had been holding, she called out in a gentle voice, "Your garments, are complete. Please hold nothing back in your criticism. If you need help, simply ask."