Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-24108228-20150817004654/@comment-24108228-20150820161020

Sorry for not posting, I've not had the time to visit for a while, and it was too late to start writing anything when I finished the main post.

Day 1: 12:30pm

"Right, so 4 custom made steel frames, five iron rods, and you want how many bluesteel gears again?" asked Banana, still unsure that he'd heard it right. "I told you, 25. So can you make it or not?" replied the cloaked figure, more irritated this time. "Yes, of course." Banana hastily responded; customers were in short supply during this time of year, and Banana wasn't keen on losing any. "That's going to be 125 gold coins, are you sure you can afford that?" "Absolutely positive. The materials are in the crates outside, and I'll expect the work done in three days, correct?" said the cloaked man, as he fastened his hood and turned to leave. "That's right. See you then." answered Banana, and as the mysterious man got into his wagon, Banana started to move the heavy crates inside his smithy.

It was certainly an odd request, 25 bluesteel gears, but not an impossible one. Thinking back to the last time he had got a request for bluesteel gears, Banana remembered when mainland's leader himself had visited to request replacement parts for the failing gate a year ago, which had been deemed a safty hazard after the health-and-safty manager had been crushed underneath it. Needless to say, he was sacked shortly after for failing to notice the issue beforehand, but those had been simpler times. Mainland's tribe had grown a lot since then, and nowadays the manager would be sacked for being dead, which was much less interesting in Banana's opinion. Nonetheless, this was all irrelivant right now, as Banana had to smith a huge amount of metal before twelve-o-clock in three day's time.

Gathering his hammer and lighting his forge, Banana got to work on this new task.