Veridia Round 1: Blacksmith

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Is now a good time to say I don’t know anything about blacksmithing? You make the metal hot and smack it around. Sometimes you quench it. That’s the extent of my knowledge.
 

I’m not sure Diseta knows much more than me.

Norweni stops by, ostensibly to check in with one of her town guard members, but even she’s charmed by Lu.

Norweni: Yes, you are a good kitty. Please don’t tell my dog about this.

Lu is going to tell her dog about this.

Norweni: It’s a comfort to know Veridia has someone to act as lawspeaker when I’m away. Eisu told me he thinks you’re doing very well.

Diseta: You know me, I was born to settle disputes about sheep eating someone’s wheat. That sounds like a joke, but it really is interesting.

Norweni: Well, I appreciate it, especially with Kinet too young for these things yet.

Diseta may be a deft hand at making horseshoes, but she’s less good with a knife… or not burning dinner.

 

Lu: I HATE THESE RUSHES!

Diseta: Ughhhh, the roof needs patching…

First this roof taunts me by just being generally horrible to use, now it’s not even weatherproof??? Booooooo. At least that’s an easy solve with an application of invisible flooring.

A quick pasty for breakfast, and it’s time to finish filling up the shop shelves, with a break before opening for some playtime with Lu (and for me to change Diseta’s outerwear pants, because the bright yellow/red combo was hurting me spiritually).

Diseta: Why are all my customers children?

They’re running errands?

Diseta: Hey, Dinn. I didn’t sell him any blades, if you’re wondering.

Dinn: ‘ppreciate that, Setti.

Kinet: Ugh, Da, Norweni says I’m old enough–

Dinn: No, she said you’re old enough to learn supervised.

Lu: Food for me?

Diseta: You can’t have this and wouldn’t like it. Go eat your fish.

Lu: Ugh, fine. >:(

It’s not all work, work, work for Diseta. She has other, more romantic aspirations as well.



Diseta: Lu, I had the strangest dream. I was in a building by the sea with a dozen other people, all competing for the hand of the fairest lady… but I don’t remember anything else now.

Lu: Meow?

Diseta: Yeah, okay, I’ll get your breakfast.


 

What are you doing all the way over here?

Wulfric: Gotta bring the fish to the market.

Carry on.

Norweni: I hear the shopfront is doing well?

Diseta: Aside from all my customers being children, yes.

Speaking of, Diseta, 'buy a 700 simoleon toilet’? 'Buy a refrigerator costing at least 1,000 simoleons’?? Cool your jets, those don’t exist and your business hasn’t even ranked up yet.







Diseta: Bet I could make you a gem-encrusted goblet. A goblet fit for the gods!

Norweni: Heh. You know me, Diseta, I prefer simple things. A warm cloak and a plain meal are good enough for me.

Diseta: Says the woman wearing enough silver to buy a horse!

Norweni: Ah, people expect it. It makes some of them listen.

Diseta: And it looks damn fine on you.



you are the WORST at flirting.

Diseta: Speaking of… I was wondering if…

Norweni: *smooch*

Diseta: That was… really nice.

Norweni: Heh. Were you wanting to take this to the bed? Because I would be interested if you were–

Diseta: What? Oh. Yes!

Lu: Pfah, noisy humans.

The opening of the smithy is going pretty smoothy, and the business ranks up to level one, even if all of Diseta’s customers continue to consist solely of teenage boys.

Seems like a good time to visit the mead hall and its bartenderless bar.

Diseta: She sounds like a fisher cat… but she’s very beautiful.

Diseta has only met Shep briefly before, during a dispute involving someone’s sheep and a wheat field, and she introduces herself–

She is not a great conversationalist, I think. The more I play her, the more amazed I am that she got as far as she did in Lorelei’s Simchelor show.

A smooth save, but it’s late and time to get home.

Diseta: Surely this tune would charm the heart of any woman–

Lu: I would rather listen to a whole pen of pigs.

Here’s the mine I didn’t show before. It is, in fact, mostly rocks and dirt, but Diseta finds a shiny chunk of gold! She decides to tuck it away for the future rather than try to sell it now or work it.

Diseta still has an ‘Ask Shep on a Date’ want lingering, so she goes for it and they walk over to the mead hall again. Can’t believe you want Shep over Norweni, smh.

They spend an hour or so whiling away the time and chatting, but the date ends on a… ho-hum note. The rain doesn’t help much.



Breaking news, she’s learned not to chop her fingertips off. Diseta tries out a new recipe with a piece of mutton from the market next door; if it turns out well, maybe she can make it for, uh… whichever woman she’s trying to woo next.

Any and all wooing will have to wait for next round, alas.

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