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[Wynter]

Lyre got the call from Wilhelm that her order was ready. It was the second day so she was quite impressed, she was expecting it to take the 3 days she had given him. She had had Joe make a information page on Elizabeth Bannon, with the name and address on the bar along with some other little facts on her.

She headed into the store and right up the the counter to wait for him.

[Terion]

Even over the sound of the forge roaring and his hammer blows, Wil heard the door open and someone enter the shop. Dunking the blade he had been working on into the nearby trough of water, he pushed the old goggles he was wearing over his eyes up onto his forehead and wiped sweat from his face. "Be with yeh in a minute!" he bellowed towards the front.

Glancing at the clock set high on the wall in the forge, he noted the time and looked over to the far table where a heavy canvas bag sat ready to be picked up. Frowning, he left it there and walked out into the main area of the shop to stand with his arms crossed looking at Lyra expectantly.

"Information firs'," he stated firmly. "Then yeh can 'ave yer gear."

[Wynter]

"You don't waste anytime..." She said with a smirk. "Can I at least see the items before I show you what you wanted."

[Terion]

Wil grunted at that but turned to step back into the room, grabbing the heavy bag from the table. Walking further out into the front, he sat it down with a heavy thump on his worktable and opened it, taking out one of the pairs of handcuffs and a single bolt to toss to her to examine.

If it had been any other deal he might have been friendlier. But he had gone against his own rules and made a true Slayer blade again because she said she had information about his family. Given how much he had been screwed over in the past regarding that information, he figured he had the God-given right to be as grumpy as he wanted.

[Wynter]

Lyra caught the handcuffs and the bolt. She smiled as she examined them. She then placed them onto the counter as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"Here what you wanted and just to help you believe that this information is not a lie, it was gather by a NYPD detective who researches vampires." She said as she tossed the piece of paper onto the counter.

[Terion]

Wil frowned, still not fully trusting her, and moved forward. Picking up the piece of paper, he unfolded it and slowly read the information that was on it. After a moment he lifted his gaze to hers and grunted before reaching for the bag.

It landed on the counter between them with a final sounding thump and he smiled grimly.

"Good luck wi' whatever t'is that yer huntin'," he growled. "If yeh'll excuse me, I have to check this."

With that he disappeared back into the forge, the paper carefully gripped in his slightly trembling hands as if he feared losing it now that he finally had it.

[Wynter]

She nodded at him "Thanks and don't forget Ill be back to have you rework my daggers." but she figured he may not have heard her, he seemed too focused on the infomation.

Then she yelled "If you need to reach me about that...you have my number."

[Terion]

"Aye," called Wil distractedly over his shoulder, his eyes roving across the writing before him.

Beoir Aite, he thought in a wild daze, the vampire bar. That is where I will find her. Now...just a matter of how to do that without getting myself killed.