'Battle Healer?'
Finrod couldn't help but notice that the class was similar to his, they both had 'battle' complementing their other class.
"Hello." Her soft voice called out and she leaned to the side and tilted her neck, Finrod stood in her way and while she could easily turn to the open sides, she figured that he had wanted to speak with her.
"Ohh… h..hi..hi." he instinctively struck his hands over his mouth and closed it feeling a little flushed. He looked to the ground, released his hands off his mouth and then slowly began raising them until his green eyes locked with her brown ones.
She was a giant of a Funari, almost two times as tall as Elessar and significantly taller than him as well and she bore quite some flesh, Finrod saw her arms and noticed how large they were.
He was in his state of silence and mere observance when she spoke again.
"Can I help you with something? You are the elf that Elessar saved right?"
'Right'
"Yes, I happen to be looking for a blacksmith around. Do you know where I can find one?"
"Oh yes, I can help. There's a young blacksmith who lives just a tad close to the chief's tree abode. Just look around once you're close and use 'identify'."
Finrod nodded affirmatively and thanked her.
He had turned to leave then he hesitated and turned back.
"Your class. It grants you the ability to fight and heal?"
The Funari turned to answer him, "Yes it does" she responded with a smile and then turned back continuing her steps.
Finrod had to fight himself to keep his eyes on the path as he found it hard not to turn back to look at the Funari.
'She's beautiful!'
After taking many steps and crossing huts both broken and unbroken, he faced the tree that held Neska's hut. He then began looking around, there were no damaged huts here, the tree had fallen in the village's other end so the place retained its beauty.
He spotted a kid sitting on the ground by a hut and waved to the kid.
"Hmmmm… What of a child?"
He then focused his sight on the kid and a tab came up.
[Funari]
'No class huh? Like always, children are always the most vulnerable.'
He sighed and walked around, he moved to the right side entering a path in between the lines of the huts when he heard a squabble between two women and then saw them.
As soon as they saw him, they stopped their argument and looked away.
[Archer- lvl 11]
[Water mage- lvl 8]
Finrod gritted his teeth upon seeing their classes and levels.
'I can even be killed by quarrelling women, I can't stand this feeling of weakness.'
He swallowed his pride and then spoke, "Do you know where I may find a blacksmith around here? I was told one dwelled in this part of the village."
Like they had practiced, they both thrust forward their hands to the right indicating that he go further down.
"Well thank you."
Soon as he walked past them, they continued their arguments yelling. Finrod could tell they were close friends, they had that sense of familiarity with each other.
He spotted a woman again and this one was busy breastfeeding a child, she was little and she was busy cradling her little baby in her arms smiling.
'Surely, I would be higher leveled than her.'
[Hatchetman- lvl 12]
Finrod furrowed his brows in annoyance and hastened his steps. It was then he heard the clanging of metals coming from a hut nearby to his left stopping him and immediately dispersing away his feeling of annoyance.
He followed the sounds and spotted an open workshop and a medium-height Funari man beating on hot metal on an anvil.
He struck it repeatedly and strongly with his hammer letting sparks fly and from the looks of it, it was a greatsword.
'A fine sword.'
"That's a large sword you're making, I wonder who it's for."
[Blacksmith- lvl 6]
The Blacksmith stopped the beating and looked up spotting the elf, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Kid me not, are you an elf?!"
"I am." Finrod responded casually feeling awkward about the young smith's feeling of surprise and possibly awe.
"You're beautiful, I have never seen an elf before and by the goddess are you pale, your skin is like snow."
The Smith gazed at Finrod with his brown eyes that sat on a round head, his face was fat and most of it was hidden behind a bush of hair, his beard was the thickest Finrod had ever seen but the elves weren't lovers of body hair and so they hardly kept hairs around neither did he see many Funari's with bushy beards, many were hairless on their jaws so there was hardly anything for Finrod to compare it to but he knew it to be a lot–uncomfortably a lot.
The smith had a warm smile that made Finrod feel less awkward in the moment, it did help that he was a blacksmith at level 6 otherwise, Finrod might have felt unsafe over the possibility of an attack, his eyes told Finrod all he needed to know about how the smith felt about elves–he was obsessed with them.
"Ohh! I don't want to ruin this." He commented and continued beating down the sword.
The bearded man was large, he was a fat round man and on him was a thin dirty brown sleeveless shirt and black trousers with black leathery boots.
"How may I help you sir?"
"Hmmph Hmmph!" Finrod cleared his throat.
"I want you to craft me some arrows and new knives."
"Ohh, we've got a fighter here. You wouldn't want to scar that pretty skin though, it would be a shame."
Finrod felt a vein burst in his head but he contained his annoyance.
"Can you make them or not?" he asked with a cold voice deciding that the smith wasn't worthy of respect.