"Haven't you people ever heard of knocking?" Came a booming voice from the otherside of the room. Alanna turned beat red and started apoligizing right away. "I'm...I'm sorry Sir, we...we should have knocked." Alanna looked at Sam almost begging for him to say something so that she didn't have to.
"Now, give me your answer." the voice came again. Sam stepped forward. "Sir, we came here to enlist as knights." He stood straight and looked right at the commander. "Ok, then, come in." the man said calmly, shuffling some papers. Alanna and Sam went into the room and stood stiffly in front of the captain's desk. "Well, you both look fairly capable," he remarked. He saw Samuel's sword, but saw that Alanna didn't have one. "I hope you plan on getting a weapon if you'd like to be a knight." he said, chuckling. He set a paper on his desk and pushed it toward them. "Just sign these and you are officially knight trainees." Sam immediately stepped forward, took a quill out of an inkwell at the edge of the desk and signed the paper.
Alanna read over the documents looking for anything startling before quickly signing her name. "You are to report to the training courts first thing tomorrow morning. I suggest you eat good and get some sleep your going to need it." Alanna nodded smiling slightly. It was official she was becoming a knight.
Sam smiled at her as they walked out of the study. "So?" he asked. "How does it feel to be a knight?" They walked out of the knight's academy and back to the stables. "Guess we're off to the blacksmith's." he remarked as they left the stables with Cloud.
"Yea I guess that would be our next stop. Are you aure you want to come with me? You know you don't have to." She set off in search of the blacksmiths shop to her dismay though she was hopeless in the city and she soon got lost.
Sam strolled behind her and Cloud. "Blacksmith's is that-a-way," he told her, pointing to the street on her right. "Cast-iron sign outside, you'll see it." Sam walked up next to Alanna and turned right. "He's a nice guy," Sam remarked, "I worked for him once. Said he'd give me a deal if I ever needed a sword."
"Thanks," she mumurred. "You seem to have done just about every thing havent you?" She felt hersef getting excited about getting her own sword.
"Yep," he replied. "It's all about the money." They walked in, the door ringing a bell as the pushed it open. A tall, muscled man sat at an anvil, pounding away at a red hot sword. He placed it in the furnace and blew the bellows, making the flames inside jump. "What can I do for you?" he asked, turning around. Sam motioned for Al to speak.
Alanna jumped at the sudden flames. "I need to purchase a sword and I was hoping that you would be able to help me out." Looking around the shop she saw a great number of swords some more friegtening than others. Finally her gaze fell back to the Blacksmith with a small smile.
"Well," the smith said brightly. "Choose one that would suit you. Or if you'd like, I could make one for you." Sam grinned. This man was one of the greatest smiths he had ever met. He examined the rows of finely-made weapons. "Go on Al, choose one." he said.
Alanna examined the rows of swords gently lifting a few. Most were to heavy for her to lift, some others so light that they almost flew from her hand. after searching for a few minutes she grinned while pulling up a light sword about 3 feet long. Holding it up she was amazed at how perfectly it fit into her hand. "This is it. This one is perfect."
Sam smiled, holding a few swords himself. He glanced over to see Alanna holding her own sword, one that was probably perfect for her. "That the one?" Sam asked, running his hand along the blade. The smith walked up. "Have you decided?" he said.
"Yes sir I have. It's perfect..." The next thought made Alanna pause. "How much?" She put her hand on the purse hanging at her belt. she could afford a decent sword but looking at the sword in her hand she had a bad feeling it was going to be higher up in cost.
"Well," the smith said, "that's one of my finer swords, so... 300 gold pieces." Sam saw Alanna wince and, very regretfully, drew out his own coin pouch. "I'll cover whatever she can't." he remarked, smiling. On the inside, however, Sam was crying over the hard-earned money. But, it was for a new friend.
Alanna looked at Sam and scowled. "Okay we just met so you don't know how much that annoys me. Nobody absolutly nobody covers for me." Se opened up her purse and started counting out the money. "Donsn't matter anyway I have it. A good sword is worth it so..." when she finished she set the stack of coins on the counter and closed her purse which was now close to empty. "That should cover it. "
"Oh, sorry," he said apologetically. On the inside, though, he gave a sigh of relief. "Welp," the smith announced hardily, "the sword's all yours!" The two of them walked out of the shop and back onto the street. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Sam told her. "I don't have a place, so I'll figure something out, but there's an inn down the street on the left. You can get something to eat there too."
"Are you sure you will be okay for tonight? What are you gunna do?" Alanna knew that it wasn't her business but she was curious. She leaned against Cloud and couldn't stop grinning at the sword in her hand.
"I dunno," he mumbled, looking up. "Maybe someone's porch? Or like, a street corner?" He started walking away. "Oh well, whatever. See you tomorrow!" he called.
"Sam!" She called after him, "Wait, Why don't you get a room at the inn? If you need then I can help you cover the price and you can pay me back later." She felt terriable offering to pay for him right after she wouldn't accept it herself but it was better than him sleeping out in the cold.
Sam laughed. "Thank you, but it's ok." he said, a smile on his face. "I've been doing this for about ten years. Almost enough money to buy my own home, though." he told her. "Don't worry about it. I'll meet you here in the morning. Say, 8:00?" he asked. With that, he walked off with another wave.