Knights of Tezoth

- My lord? - The lord was slightly surprised and a little dismayed by such a title, but decided not to dwell on it, attributing the slip to the knight's fatigue. - I think you can simply state the essence of your business and discuss it with him as is.

Thanking the portly man, Orvald and Gustav headed towards the sun-tan enthusiast.

- Greetings, your grace, - the knight began. - Allow me to introduce myself: Orvald de Martelam of Flavers, and this is my loyal blacksmith, Gustav, - the mustachioed servant responded with a silent bow. - I don't want to beat around the bush and waste your time, so I'll speak plainly. I have spent a lot of time searching for rare metals, and so far they have not been successful. However, I have heard that you might be able to help with this matter. Perhaps we could come to an arrangement, if this information is true.

- What a pity, my lord Orvald! My destined knight was unable to demonstrate his skill at the Deus festivities, and I allowed for a certain possibility - whether another warrior might agree to perform before many eyes under the banner of our beloved Aconia, but all events are now behind us!