Chapter 154 Love at First Sigh (2/2)
”Ha ha ha, young lad, you sure know your glasses.”
”Almost as well as I know the wine in them.”
”Come, let's drink.”
”Let's drink, old man.”
”...”
”...”
”...”
It wasn't just Sena who stared at the scene with utter befuddlement, it was also Felix and Lucky who would have most-likely collapsed onto the floor had they not been sitting already. The two of them hugged over their shoulders and left the smithy in laughter, crossing the street and entering the pub as though they've been the best friends for hundreds of years. While the smithy suddenly turned silent and awkward, the atmosphere between the two of them was anything but.
”Ha ha, what a surprise!” the two sat in the corner, barely discernible from dozens of other patrons currently drinking in broad daylight. ”For an outsider to be as outstanding blacksmith as you are... ha ha, looks like my goddamned old man was wrong!” he raised the massive cup and clashed it against Lino's whereupon both downed it all in one go.
”I'm surprised as well, old man,” Lino said. ”To think I'd come across a treasure here. I thought I'd only see a whole platoon of women unwilling to sleep with me.”
”Ha ha ha, don't worry, there's plenty of that as well. What's your name young lad?”
”Lino. Yours old man?”
”Chwek!”
”The fuck's with that name?”
”Are you really the one to say anything about it?!”
”Fair point,” Lino nodded. ”Anyway, Chwek--can I just call you Feck--alright, alright, stop with the death stare. Anyway, Chwek, how long have you been a blacksmith?”
”Ay, it's been twenty-nine tides, young lad!”
”...”
”Two 'undred and eighty years.”
”Ho ho, you're really dedicated to it! I respect that!” Lino said as the waitress came about and filled their cups yet again.
”Of course! Once you fall in love with the hammer, it's like you marry a dead woman! Even if you divorce her, would anything be any different?!”
”I have so many questions...”
”Pah, screw questions! Drink! Drink!”
”Ay! Ay!” the two quickly became quite a sensation as they had drank over fifteen cups of a fairly strong, local ale, and were neither passed out nor outright dead. Though they have become quite drunk.
”S-so, why did you come to, to my smithy?” Chwek asked, trying - unsuccessfully - to lift his head off the table.
”W-wanted to craft somethin'...”
”Ay... I can do that...”
”I know... you're a blacksmith...”
”Ha ha, yeah, I am, ha ha ha...”
”Ha ha ha... will you lend me your smithy?”
”Eh? Why?”
”Uh... wait... I'm sure I had a reason...” Lino mumbled.
”To craft something?”
”Ay, that's it!! Ha ha, old man, you're really smart!!”
”Ha ha ha, yup, after all I've almost finished three grades of school!”
”Wow, impressive!”
”Ha ha, I know!”