6-26-1043 Anderson Sharug

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Semael arose early from his bed at the inn.  He hoped to get some time with Anderson Sharug before there were many people on the street.  He also knew that Anders always got an early start on the morning in order to get as much done as possible before he had to mind the shop.

 

In the common room Semael invited his companions along if they were interested, then grabbed a butt of fresh sour dough and a bit of sharp cheddar to eat for breakfast on the way.  The sun was just beginning to show above the trees as Semael began to walk down the street.  The town was still quiet.  Down the alleys a few bedpans were being emptied as people began to stir but was overridden by the smell of fresh bread coming from every inn and pastry shop along the road.

 

As he rounded the corner onto Smith street, the hammers and billows of the various smithies worked together sounding like an army fighting a heavy breathing dragon.  Half way down the street was the smaller smithy run by Anderson Sharug.  He was at the anvil working a piece of metal with surprising finesse, coaxing it into any shape he desired with a few strikes of his hammer.

 

Semael entered the shop, somewhat anxious about the reaction he would get, but of course none of that showed in his body language.  Anderson had taken a beating, and Semael felt partially responsible.  The wounds had healed some in the few days that had passed, but it was obvious there was lingering soreness.  Semael began to feel a little guilty for not coming earlier, but hoped Anderson would understand that it was an attempt to keep from betraying their professional relationship.

 

"Anders," Semael said between hammer strokes, catching his attention, "I was very concerned when I heard you had been kidnapped.  I managed to get what I believe is the story from another source, and I apologize if you feel that myself or my friends are responsible.  I hope that our taking care of Hacksaw will give you some reprieve.  I don't want to cause you any undue trouble or unwanted attention.  I would like to continue to honor our agreement if you feel it is still beneficial to you, but I understand if you feel the need to reconsider."  Semael said with the calmness, empathy, and sell assurance only a deva could manage.