The blacksmith took a deep breath through flared nostrils and stood upright. He was as tall as the Inquisitor was, but his shoulders were almost twice as broad. “The blacksmith has a name,” replied the young man. “Seriously, I had never met a cleric like you in my entire life. You are not only disrespectful, but you appear to be ill bred as well. My name is Severin,” he announced calmly followed by another exaggerated bow to add insult to injury.
Alejandro narrowed his eyes and spitefully peered at the blacksmith, whose name he had just learned in a rather rude manner to be— Severin. He turned sharply and addressed two of his men, “Go, get his wife,” he ordered, “and bring her to me. Let's see if this cretin here will be willing to answer my question then.”
The blacksmith watched as the two men hurried off, and then he burst out in laughter. “Good luck in finding my wife,” he said wiping tears of hilarity from the corners of his eyes. “I don't think you can manage in a few minutes what I have tried to do for quite a few years now.” The blacksmith began laughing again, he laughed so hard that he snorted like a pig.
I had people complaining about Severin`s new haircut. So here he is in all his long haired glory as he met Alejandro the first time. I drew this a few weeks ago. Enjoy. Oh, and I added the cat because cats are always for the win. I took a reference of Moppel, my own kitten as he sat on the window sill and watched me paint. Hehehe. No, seriously, Severin has a few cats in his home also.
And for the historical groups I´m in: Severin the blacksmith lives in the 14th century in Saxony. He is a successor of the bloodshed of Verden and is the protagonist of my novel.
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