A difficult decision indeed. You are torn, but fate always has the answer.

[Roll: D6]

Roll: 3 - Return to the Workshop

For something to cause mass panic in a town Silverbane, a city known for being founded by a noble family that went around slaying werewolves, then eventually becoming the powerhouse of an entire region, this may be well over your head. So instead of checking out what may be causing the issue, you decide that today isn’t a good day to die, and so you choose to return to the workshop.

The crowd around you continues to panic, but begins to thin down after a moment. The merchant besides you nods his head and says goodbye, before reaching down to the hilt of a second sabre that remains at his side, before then stepping through to a nearby alley.

You slip into a nearby alley, taking a winding path around, before finally settling on a side street that leads towards the workshop. However, as you step into the side street, you hear the jingling of chain mail as you almost walk into a guard that was about to turn into the alleyway. You manage to step aside just before the guard would collide into you, though it does cause him to pause for a moment. He just grunts at you before marching passed you into the alley. Good thing, walking into chain mail always hurts.

“You should head back home, boy.” The head-guard says to you, before following his companions. The third guard motions with her hand towards the street.

“The road is clear, young sir. Keep your wits about you, they may be danger yet. We’ll be instigating a lock-down soon.” She says and then follows after the head-guard, jogging to make up the distance with spear in hand.

You continue along your way and then finally get to your mentor’s workshop. You enter and then head around back to the workspace. You notice your mentor is currently working on a project herself, a long sword that you recognise as the blade of a captain for the guard. You note she’s just started work on it.

“What’s going on?” She asks, without even looking up at you. You inform her of what you heard. She pauses for a moment to think, before nodding her head. She reaches over to grab her trusty hammer and pulls it a little closer to her, but goes right back to work.

You can start work on the scimitar, informing Rebeca of your task, or you can ask for a project from Rebeca to make some coin.

Make your choice.