A Squire's reward

[Ser Nestor Clegane]

Jory had dedicated months to aiding Nestor in his healing arts, and yet Nestor is still just a beginner. Pup knew how much Jory must have hated the months without proper combat training. Pup plans on having Jory squire for him at the King's tournament, but that is mearly expected rather than a reward for Jory's patience while Pup had been studying.
That meant there was only one thing to do. Pup went back to his now dusty forge and began to clean it up. He would make Jory the finest of Knightly tools. A new suit of armor. The boy would look as fierce as he truely is.

[Ser Nestor Clegane]

Nestor finishes cleaning up his old forge. The place is at the top of his tower keep. Up where he can gaze at the clouds while working. Pup looks around through his pieces of steel, finding none of them worthy of the armor he wishes to make. He walks out and heads to his stables.
On the way he stops to talk to Donnel Coppers. The tall slender man has fashioned himself an office of a sort, he had been assigned the task of Nestor’s revenue.
“Coppers, I’m going to Lannisport, I need some fine steel for a project I’m working on. You’ll be Castellan till I return. Have Lars work with Jory.”
Coppers turns around, not seeming surprised at all by the request. “I will make sure of it, Ser.” He replies dutifully, and then returns back to his work.
Pup makes it to the stables without incident and begins to saddle and brush his favorite destrier. He mounts then rides out from his keep without any further delay. He rides fast and rides hard, but nothing more than his horse can take. He is in tune with his horse, his father had given it to him before the war, and he rode it through all of the battles.
He rides straight through the night and arrives at Lannisport by morning. Normally if he left in the morning he would make it before nightfall, but since he left so late in the day he had to ride through the night, which is much slower. Pup makes his way straight to the docks, hoping a new shipment of steel has arrived. He moves through the crowds of dock workers and sailors and locates a ship out of Volantis.
“My good man, do you have any fresh steel from Essos?” Pup calls up to a man that looks to be the captain.
“Aye.” Is all the man says in reply, but Pup can see him eyeing his sigil.
“House Clegane, if you’re wondering, it’s not big enough for someone overseas to know.”
“A house is a house; it tells me you may have the coin to spend so I’ll show you my wears before I even unload them. Come aboard, Ser.” The man replies, his accent is thick, Pup hadn’t noticed it before with the one word answer.
Pup boards the ship in hopes to find some good steel. The Merchant takes Pup on a roundabout route in order to try and get him interested in other products. Pup never takes the bait, he has never been interested in too many luxuries, so he just nods his head to the speeches that the Merchant gives him, and tries to act as thankful as he should. Pup is certainly thankful once they finally make it to the steel. It glimmers and shines, it is beautifully polished and strong.
“This is good steel, I’ll take as much as my horse can tow. Do you have a cart?”
“Let’s talk price.” The man replies.
“I will pay the average price for steel of this caliber, no more no less, I’m not here to haggle or cheat you.” Nestor says in a no nonsense tone.
The sheer size of Pup and the tone of his voice quiets the merchant a bit. “Good to hear, Westerosi, I have a cart, bring your horse and coin to the dock and we can finalize out deal.”
Pup nods in thanks and head off immediately to get his horse. He comes back quickly and it looks as though the Merchant put a cart full of steel aside on the dock.
“House Clegane! That is your steel, 30 silver stags, no more no less. It is the price that steel is worth.”
Pup walks over to the cart and counts the pieces, taking in a mental note to see if the price is fair. It seems high, but the steel is flawless so Pup shrugs and agrees.
“My steward is not going to be happy with me, but here is the coin.” Pup says as he passes the Merchant a bag full of stags.
Though he has not slept, Nestor decides to head out as soon as he attaches the cart to his horse for towing. He goes slow and takes a few naps on the way back, so he does not arrive back to Clegane’s keep till the next morning. He has men put away the steel up at the forge, before going straight to his chamber to sleep.

[Ser Nestor Clegane]

Nestor wakes and immediately goes back to his forge. Once there, he locates an old chest off in the corner of the forge. The chest is too small to be of any use for holding metals or tools. It creeks open as he lifts the top of it. For a moment the only thing that is visible is the dust and moths flying out of the chest. Nestor coughs a few times and soon the cloud of dust disperses, at which time Nestor reaches in and grabs a few scrolls.
“The secret must be in here somewhere.” Nestor says to himself. “This armor can not hinder the boys speed.”
Nestor tirelessly read scroll after scroll to give him some insight on how to create a strong suit of armor that does not hinder the wearers speed and range of motion. The scrolls are packed with knowledge of blacksmithing. Nestor’s father, Glabor, had collected these writings over his life time and passed them down to his son once he noticed Nestor’s gift at the craft.
Nestor’s eyes start to burn as he continues to read the scrolls throughout the day. There is not just one scroll to help him make such armor. Nestor has to take bits and pieces from each in order to form a theory that might work.
He finishes reading and puts down the last of the scrolls. Nestor sits still for a moment, just thinking, before gathering the steel he had purchased in Lannisport. He starts to forge and draw the steel. He works and works, but keeps tossing away the pieces each time he finishes. Nestor starts to grow more and more upset as he is not satisfied with the work.
Growing angry, Nestor goes back to his scrolls and skims through a few of them that he thinks will aid him in specific areas that Nestor believes is the reason for his failures. He reads them over and over again, before going back and trying to apply the knowledge to the steel. Still, piece after piece gets tossed aside. Nestor stands and paces back and forth looking at all of the failed pieces of armor he created, trying to find where he went wrong with the crafting. He picks up one of the breast plates he made. It was close to what he desired, but not quite there. He looked at it, flipping it over in his large hands.
“That’s it!” He calls out to himself.
Nestor looks into the crate he set in the room with all of the steel in it. He examines the amount that remains and concludes there is only enough to make the suit, so he must forge it correctly on his next attempt.
“I will sleep on this.” He says as he puts out the fire in the forge.
Nestor goes to his chambers, he will want to be well rested and focused to create this armor.

[Ser Nestor Clegane]

Nestor wakes, full of energy and excitement. He dresses quickly so he can make it to the forge as fast as possible.
“Today’s the day.” Nestor says lively as he whistles down the halls of Clegane’s Keep.
He enters his forge and brings out the final pieces of steel that remains form his purchase in Lannisport. It should be just enough, or at least Nestor hopes. He gets to work lighting the forge and letting it heat up, before he starts his craft. Once again he beats on the steel and stretches it out; smoothing it to become the armor he imagines it to be. The sweat pours down his face as he concentrates with all of his might to make every strike and shape perfect.
Piece after piece Nestor crafts and finishes, and then puts it to the side. Soon a pile of armor is cooling next to Nestor. He leans back and wipes his brow.
“Done.” He says to himself in relief.

[The Great Other]

Your outcome product was not as you seemed. many unseen impurities and when you checked the sturdiness of the metal it easily bent an ood situation for armor...perhaps it was the ore?

[Ser Nestor Clegane]

"That Damn Volanti, selling me weak steel!" Nestor yells as he slams his hammer down on a piece of the armor. He is easily able to warp the armor with the strike.
"Blast!" He then calls out, before tossing the pieces clear across the room.
Nestor would now have to travel back to Lannisport to find more, higher quality steel. So he readies his horse again and sets back out towards the city.

[The Great Other]

There are many sellers, Dark Iron of the North, Pale Iron of the East, and normal grey Iron. If you know any thing of iron the prices vary accordingly.