Dark Times {1x1 with Icecreamfreak}

He finished the order, and looked at the list again. He noticed something scrawled next to the Chestpiece and sword order- "Please deliver to Andrew Lyon." He shrugged, and took off the gloves and apron, preferring a lighter shirt to walk through town. He grabbed the gear and headed for the guard station to figure out where this Andrew Lyon was.


He reached the gate, and turned to make sure he wasn't followed. The road he had come from was only a building away, and he could see down the alley he had come from. Someone was standing in it, but he didn't recognize the face.


She returned the smile the girl had given her. "Very good, and I just saw the most beautiful roses through the window."

He spotted the guard at the East gate, and waved before jogging to him. "Morning, Mister Andrew. Delivery." He handed over the armor and sword, and the letter as soon as the armor was in place. "You've got quite the sword there, sir. Can't really say I fixed it, so i'm not going to charge you for it."


He strapped the sword on his back, beside it's twin, and the chestpiece on his chest. "Quite the sword, I know. I'll pay you anyways." He grabbed the letter, and opened it. He scanned over it, and mumbled, "Oh, my lord." He pulled out ten silver coins and gave them to the metalsmith. He headed up the street, and steeled his nerves. He knew she wasn't at home, so he ventured further down the street, looking in shop windows. He spotted her in a floral shop and stepped in.


Another person came into the shop after the redhead. "Well, Hello there scaredy-cat." The guard frowned. "Gwendolyn Helm?" She gave a nod. "It seems like you and your skills as a healer are needed in the next town over." He handed her the letter, and she read it over. "Well, darn. Sorry miss, looks like I can't get any flowers today."

He counted the coins, and sighed. "four too many." He went down the street the guard had gone down, and nearly bumped into a boy coming out of a flower shop. "Oh, sorry about that. should've been watching where I was walking. He looked into the shop, and waited for the guard to notice him. When he did, Lawrence motioned for him to come outside.


He turned toward the commotion outside, and went outside. "Yes, Metalsmith? Is there a problem?" The large man had to look down to make eye contact. "The name's Lawrence, and you're darn right there is. I've heard about your habit of overpaying, and I cannot accept it." Lawrence put the extra coins into the guards hand. "Well, Lawrence, I'll cut you a deal. If you could, keep an eye on that youngster you passed. He looks a little shaken, make sure he's not going to hurt anyone, especially himself. Consider these-" he put the coins back into Lawrence's palm, " payment." He turned around and went back into the shop.


She kept quiet about the incident outside. "When do we need to leave, Guard?" He looked at her dumbfounded for a moment before he remembered the letter. "Oh, the letter said immediately. So you might want to head to your house to get your things." She did as she was told with a sigh, and left the shop.

Lawrence sighed, and headed off after the boy. He kept his distance, and tried to look like he was doing something else. His eye was drawn to the swords on his waist, admiring the craftsmanship.


He waved and said goodbye to the shop keep, and followed the healer. He thought about the next town, It was a day's journey away. "Miss, you get your things and head to the East gate. I'll meet up with you there." He turned and headed for his house, keeping pace at a slow jog until he got to his door. He went inside, and gathered everything they'd need for the trip into a pack. He slung it over his shoulder, left his house, and shut the door behind him.


She walked to her house, grabbed a change of clothes, put on a pair of sandals, and quickly ate some bread. She went into her room, and gathered up a bag of herbs and medicines, and left for the gate.

He gave a sigh and slowly approached the boy. "Because, believe it or not, a certain man in this town is too nice." He looked over the blade, and scratched his beard. "Say, I think I know that blade from somewhere. By chance, do you know who made it?"


He arrived at the gate. The healer wasn't there, so he decided to look over his blade. He reached back, and grabbed onto the black hilt. There was a terrible screech as he drew it, and he flinched a little. "Well, If i'd known you could fix yourself, I wouldn't have left you there."


She paused when the gate came into sight, and looked for the guard. He was there, and it looked like he was talking to someone. She walked down to him, and he hastily sheathed his sword. "Who were you talking to?" He looked flustered, and stumbled over his response. "Oh, uh, no one. I, uh, wasn't talking to anyone." A skeptical look covered her face, and she walked toward the gate. "Okay, lets get going, then."