Elven BlackSmiths (Needs other people)

[Drazilly]

"You have many wounds" She said."Have you been fighting?"
She healed them all. She sighed.
"Its getting dark, im going to set up camp and might smelt some weapons"  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

With the smoke cleared he breaths deep.
A life such as mine is never easy and has many battles. But thanks for the healing, even though most are scars and cannot be healed.
He sniffed the night air, smelling something faint, he decided to be on his guard since this might be some kind of trap.
The hunt is best at night, the prey slumbers as well as people dont see me.  

[Drazilly]

She went to the next clearing to setup for camp.
She got out a tent made out of a cured hide and smooth bones and set it up. She dug two pits and made fires in them. In one she poured in stones slowly so the stones grew hot. She cooled them slightly with water. In this take shift furnace she smelted metals. After she cooled some and with others she put them on her portable anvil. She carefully made tools and weapons.
With this metal she made daggers and other small things as she did not prepare much as she hardly needed to make stuff.
She also made like trinkets like smithing hammers on 'key rings', tiny anvils to go with it and rings with smithible metals under compartments in the shape of gems.
Then she started fletching.
She created One Topaz Lightning Bow and arrows to go with it.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He watched her work in contemplation. It had been a long time since he had seen any elf working in a forge. Last time he had watched anybody make a weapon it was his own swords, the bow he made himself. He still kept himself alert of everything around him.  

[Drazilly]

She then made a wonderfull stew made out of many types of common yet tasty birds  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He sniffed the air as the scent of food reaches his nose. He couldn't help himself, he hadnt had any food made by anybody else in maybe a century. He inches a little closer to the pot, staring at with a predatory look on his face.  

[Drazilly]

She let the stew cool while making a wand. It was silver and had a 'ring' at the end with a lodestone in the centre of the ring. She used it to move scraps of metal out of boredom.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He approached the food as if he was stalking prey. He glanced at her quickly then back to the stew. He then remembered who he was and plopped down quickly, pretending an air of ignorance, even though the food kept drawing his attention.  

[Drazilly]

Checking the soup she put in the contents of a packet of dried herbs. The result bounced around in his nostrils, temping him alot.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He shut his jaw as it started to unhinge. Then quickly wiped his mouth. Seemed his wolven side is slightly in more control over him as he almost started to drool. He makes a soft sound that sound a little like a whine then catches himself and berates himself mentally for acting like a pup.  

[Drazilly]

She then gets out some dried meat to eat while it cools down as the herbs made it hot again.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

His ears reform themselves on his head and his tail reappears as his were form doesnt like to be ignored. His nose twitches at the smell of the stew and the meat. He was getting slightly impatient and tapped his foot irritably, staring at the pot.  

[Drazilly]

A piece of meat dropped from a chunk of meat as she got out of a bag.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

Faster than lightning (gripped hilt of said blade) he snatches the morsel up and pops it in his mouth not even bothering to dust it off.  

[Drazilly]

"You look hungry" She said. "The stew has cooled down"
She piled up helpings and gave some stew to him.