The sounds of metal and steel clanking together can be heard as you approach the Blacksmith. Varieties of shiny maces, swords, and spears are stung on shelves that line the walls in the shop. A big, burly man can be seen hammering away at swords as he brazens them through the melting pot. His young apprentice greets the customers. The walls are blackened from soot by the fire pit.
Blacksmith, Bazaar
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I am the local blacksmith. I repair items made of iron as well as create new ones. I am frequently covered in soot as my job requires a lot of ash and heat.
What can I do for you fine gentlemen? I am in urgent need of your skill. It is an honor for you to come for my services. What can I do for you? Have you heard about the great war our empire is dealing with? Yes, I have. It is horrible to hear of such savages. Then will you create something which can help defeat their monsters? They have huge creatures they use. Weapons? What sort of weapons are we talking about? Magical weapons. Are you asking me to practice dark magic? Isn't that punishable by death? Not all magic is dark. We need enchantment. And you would be given access to much knowledge. Phew! I thought you wanted me to do the forbidden dark arts. I mean that could help us. But that isn't necessary.