voice; 8/12

[bibliophilicbells]

[A slight clearing of the throat, followed by a soft, heavily-accented voice. Prim, almost. And serious.]

I, ah, understand there's been some talk of firearms and their usefulness lately, but — well. I was wondering if anyone here has any experience in the art of blacksmithing? Or might know where one could hypothetically acquire a sword? A shortsword, specifically.

Erm.

Thank you... in advance.

[Awkward pause goes here.]

— this is Aziraphale, by the way.

[Another pause.]

Very good, then.

Comments

[littlemhigan]

S'alright; If ye feel like canvasin' the new island, ye might find some old metal I can rework, or Twelve-willin, some ore. I'm sure I can find sommat te salvage if ye'd rather stay put though.

[bibliophilicbells]

Oh, I would rather we both stay put, if it's all the same to you.

[Caution, thy name is Angel.]

I may have some alternatives, it's all right. Can I ask you — what was that you just said? "Twelve," was it?

[littlemhigan]

No mind for an adventure? I can't rightly blame ye; that island is offputtin'. Ye let me know though, aye?

Hm? The Twelve, aye. My homeland has twelve gods, an' it's pretty commonplace te ask after the whole lot of 'em if yer hopin' for something good.

[bibliophilicbells]

I've had plenty of adventure to last me a rather long while, I can assure you.

[He just wants a damn nap, honestly.]

How does that work? Do they have equal power, equal dominion?