The sharp gritting of a grindstone filled the air, sparks flying off the metal and disappearing into the air. The imperial sat at the stone, one hand on the swords hilt, and the other hand covered in a thick leather glove to hold onto the end of the blade while he worked. Oren stood off to the side, back pressed against a tall wooden beam that held up the structure's roof. Churning water passed under the outdoor shop's stone floor, the water wheel turning as it generated heat for the nearby forges fires. The smith had already told the Nord that he could go about his business and return in a few hours for his blade, though Oren's stubborn nature kept him standing to watch over his treasured weapon. His large fingers rapped against the sides of his bracers, the metal looking like it could use a polish as well, and possibly some touch ups from the incident in the tomb. The metal was still littered with dents and scratches from the fall, the warrior was not one to be ashamed that his armor was dented after all it usually meant it had seen adventure, but he didn't wish to strain the material to much to the point it would be useless next fight.
With a grunt he leaned forward off the pole and moved his arm, unstrapping the small steel clasps that held the leather straps. The armor came off as he set it in a pile on the worktable, followed by more gold now for the rest of his set to be done as well. His stubborn nature waned slightly now, he would stand around for his blade, though now that along with the armor would take most of the day if not all of it. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, dirt and grit still lingering on his skin from the trip.
"I'm leaving my armor and the blade for you, I expect them to be here tomorrow when I return for them" he said gruffly, not waiting for an answer from the imperial as he turned and headed down the stone steps. The chatter from the market was muffled from this side of the city, the large stone outcrop in the center obscuring a direct path right through. He followed the path on the right, casting a lazy glance towards the miners below who were shoveling large amounts of coal and ore into the smelter, he didn't envy their work one bit. It always felt like a step into this city was a risk, as if you might be scooped up at any moment and named the new miner. Everyone knew that it could be done if certain people wanted, no one would ask about your whereabouts once they were given a sack of gold or the threat of death. Oren turned his attention back ahead, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear, he would get an inn room for the night and see about washing up. He was surprised that after the few days between the tomb and the city that the grit hadn't embedded itself into his skin permanently.
Vyron caught sight of the returning group leader and turned to face him, hands behind his back again as he stood there, a few passersbys casting glances at the fascinating visitors. The skeleton did take a moment to reassess the man now that the armor was gone. The nord seemed the typical build for such a race, large in frame for brute strength. Long dark hair wasn't that out of place either, many races seemed to favor long hair, whether it was a preference for Oren or he simply didn't want to bother with cutting it, the skeleton didn't know. It was clear that he had followed the path of a warrior, though Vyron had already figured as much from the moment the pair came into the tomb. He actually was just now realizing he hadn't made a real observation about either of the people he was traveling with now, he scolded himself, years in the tomb made one tend to lose habits at times. Oren approached him, arms crossing over the commoner clothes he wore under his armor, the dark green shirt tucked into a pair of worn loose fitting brown pants synched up with a belt.
"Gonna stay here the night, need to get the armor and weaponry repaired. I'm going to get a room at the inn here, but.. I don't exactly know, do you sleep? Or just stand there" he said slowly looking at the undead, seeing as how he had no eyelids he figured that sleeping might have been out of the question, but he could have been completely wrong. Vyron gave a small shrug, the usual tinkling coming from his trinkets around his waist.
"You and the girl can feel free to sleep, I shall occupy myself" he said moving a hand from behind his back and motioning over to Ylva who was making it a point to stay as far across the market from him as possible. He truly though she was acting like a skeever who was just robbed of her precious garbage, but he wasn't about to say that. Oren looked over towards Ylva, not picking up that anything was odd, before looking back to the slim figure in front of him.
"Tell her she can get a room then if she wants" Oren replied, looking towards the stone walls that hung with mounted signs. The ones across the way were for traders and butchers, his head tipped back a bit, the sign swining above him making him sigh in slight embarrassment. His body turned as he walked to the doors that looked like a smaller replica of the ones that guarded the city's main walls. Vyron glanced over his shoulder, watching the man disappear into the doors that opened briefly to the sound of drunken laughter and banter. He looked back across the market and scowled to himself under his mask, he felt like a babysitter as he walked over to the small woman. She shivered this time before he even got right up behind her, her hands dropping the gold onto the counter before shoving the potions into her sack and tightening the flap. The bag lifted, the strap being yanked back up onto her shoulder as she turned, walking away from the stall.
"Where are you going?" The skeleton asked, hands placed behind his back again as he followed after her casually. She gave a soft huff in response, the fur of her robes blowing gently as she walked under a stone bridge. "That's not a place, or if it is I've never heard of it" He stated, his calm tone made Ylva want to huff again, but she held it back.
"I was going to go find Oren so we could move on" She said stopping and looking at the steps in front of her that looped in front of the keep and towards the sound of hammering and grinding.
"Ah well, he won't be that way dear, he's at the inn" He said motioning back with his head, dark blue robes shifting slightly with his movements. Ylva bit back on her tongue as she turned to look at the taller figure.
"Is he getting a drink there? Or is he planning on staying here tonight?" her gaze glanced behind Vyron towards the hanging sign for the inn, a few patrons chuckling as they headed inside the stone building.
"Staying, that means you will be as well dear" his tone almost held a smirk to it that his posture contradicted, the elf narrowed her eyes slowly and shifted her weight to one side calmly.
"I'm not going to just wander out into the world on my own, I know the details of my contract well. He will sleep here fine, I'll wait out here for him" She said looking around at the stone walls and the small creek that ran through towards the market place. The market place chatter had begun to die away as the shadows of the wall cast longer over the city, the sun fading away off in the distance. The undead took a look to the sky then back to the female.
"Would it not be wise to go sleep at the inn as well." The tone was more stating a simple fact than anything else this time.
"It would be, but that's if you have the coin to be wise" She said raising a finger, the string of he coin purse hanging around it. Though it hung on her finger, it was easy to see that the fabric held little weight to it. "So I'll wait out here for my hire" Ylva said turning and catching sight of another set of stairs and heading for it, her boots tapping lightly as she headed up them towards the second level of the city. A guard passed by her as she reached the second level, stone bridges stretched from the side she was on over towards the stone outcrop in the center. The lower part of the city still visible between the bridges as she walked over and took a seat on one of the stone railings. She had the night to keep occupied as she opened her bag and pulled out the paint jars and set them out on the ledge along side her.