Rurik hurried down the stairs, his mind racing, eager to see John and repay the debt he owed.
The other customers, seeing the Master Blacksmith himself emerge from his office, tried to approach him, their voices a clamor of requests and demands. But the guards, loyal to the Guild and even more loyal to coins, held them back. Even the nobles of Sagespire who were used to getting their way, having doors opened for them, and being treated with reverence were forced to wait their turn. After all, a weapon forged by Rurik, by the Guildmaster himself could elevate a family's status, increase their power, and secure their position in the hierarchy of the city.
"Master Rurik! A word, if you please!"
"I have a commission for you, Master Dwarf! A sword! Fit for a king!"
"Master Rurik, my lord requires a new set of armor! And he's willing to pay handsomely!"
