Searching for Gecel and Kevass

Uncharacteristically quiet, Gecel stumbles in to the warrior's hall grasping at his arm the axe is in. He steadies himself in the door jam, and looks up. Seeing his fellow dwarf he speaks quietly," Alec how fare you this day?"

Gecel doesn't wait for a response but stumbles over to the forge and anvil. Taking a seat near the cold forge, Gecel shivers visibly. "I can guess why ye be here this early, fetch the wood and get these coals red hot. And fetch me tha ale" Gecel coughs and holds his blackened and cursed arm.

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Alec looks at his teacher with concern. Gecel, I will fetch tha fire wood but what be wrong with ye arm? Do ye need a healer?

Alec it is good to see you. I would be grateful if you have time to help me with a couple of new moves I haven't locked down quite yet.

Gecel, you are not your usually boisterous self. Can I help you with anything? It appears you afflicted arm is getting worse. The Urdek Queen really did a number on you didn't she?

Alec asks "Gecel if ye have a minute meself would like ta talk ta ye?"

Kirell enters the hall and greets his companions heartily. ?Gentlemen it?s good to see you all. Kevass I?ve been hoping to find you. Gecel you don?t appear well. Is there any assistance I can lend??

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

That which does kill us makes us stronger still!

With a wave of his arm and a dismissive "Bah!" Gecel sits looking at the empty forge.

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Gecel, meself was wondering the price of differ't types of ore? If ye has any ore meself woo'd also be interested in buying or ye know someone who is selling. I shall put on the townpost that I am wanting to buy ore.

Noticing the silence that fell after Alec's question, Gecel raises his voice to accommodate the eavesdropper's ears.

Clearing his through with obvious irritation, Gecel states, "I'm not in the practice or purchasing the things that I need for me forge. But if'n ye be need'n ore tha syndicate may be tha ones ta speak with." Frowning up at Alec, Gecel growls, "Perhaps ye just want a blade from them too? Thataway ye dona even need ta make it yerself. Have I thought ye nothing lad?" Gecel frowns as he scolds his pupil.

Turning away from Alec and the others Gecel starts loading the forge with the coals provided and lights the fire with a flint. He works swiftly and diligently, all of his former pain forgotten.

Over his broad shoulder Gecel says, "I may have some ore tat'n ye can have lad. But will it be worth tha price I might ask of ye?"

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Alec has a look of bewilderment on his face. Ye insult me knowing meself not a miner and not knowing any other quality except that which yerself have. Gecel, ye hold the role of teacher over me but ye do not hold the role of father. To insult me with harsh words would lead me to believe yeself has some sort of unseen anger at meself. If ye need'n to tell meself somthin then ye need'n to do it now. Sternly Alec waits for the response from Gecel.

Gecel stands and a look of relief graves his bearded face. He walks closer to Alec before saying, "Alec me good lad, I dona want to be yer father but I wouldn't be a good teacher if'n I did'na scold a student that was looking fer an easier way ta do something meaningful. Come and walk with meh and let us discus that ore ye be seek'n."

Gecel starts toward the door and dons his cloak , standing in wait for Alec. His axe rests by the forge.

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Alec understanding nods and follows Gecel to the door.