Gabriel Sionoma
Sheriff of Sulon
Sulon
Baron's Hed
The Hammer and Honey Workshop
The sound of metal against metal, clink and clank, echoed through the thoroughfare. With each lift of the hammer, he felt gravity and force take over. The thump against the anvil, the desire for ricochet, all coursed through his muscles. Sparks yelped and danced off the rust pocked surface with every smack, repeatedly taken to the plate until it could take no more. Lifting with the tongs, hands covered in thick gloves, he turned and dumped the piece into a tub of cool water.
He wasn't sure what he was working on. When removed from responsibility from the Alliance, given a break from his law enforcement responsibilities, and not needed at home to tend to the many needs of many people - he was content to hammer away. Taking something and making it better, by force, seemed to be the way things used to work for him. Now it was simply a matter of hobby.
Rubbing the short sleeves of his shirt across the sweaty brow, he pulled the goggles from his hazel eyes and walked towards the shop front.
"You done makin' all dat racket?!? I can barely hear myself think."
He gave her a strong serving of side eye, tanned arms coated in slick sweat and green hued tattoos, shir drenched from clavicle to belly button.
"Wut?! You can't take a joke any more!" The nearly toothless woman laughed. "That hammerin' take all the metal out of ya?!?"
Pools of burnt honey lidded as he remained silent. She responded, expression changing to worry. It was clear she wasn't sure what he was thinking or doing. Until he drew a heavy breath.
"You've been drinking that mead I made for you, right?"
"Gabe!" The electrum earrings and bull ring of the gypsy rattled. "It's 8 in the morning."
"I don't care." He chuckled as he walked over to the counter, grabbing a towel. "Drink the mead, Sheriffs orders. I wont have that pesky cough showing back up."
"Uh-huh. You just trying to get me drunk aren't ya! I see what you're up to."
He laughed as he walked out of the storefront. "It's less than 1% alcohol. You'll be fine."
"Hey!" The leather of her skin wrinkled with a red tinge. "You got an appointment this morning. It's soon!"
"Yeah, I know."
"If you don't show up...I'll sell them some of your crystals!"
He could hardly even here her, over the phantom sounds of metal ringing and the embrace of the early morning sun.
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