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
customer
knight
I am a knight. I come from a lower-ranking noble family. I serve under the king, as my father did before me. In times of war, I fight on horseback.
CAN YOU NOT HEAR HIM HAMMERING? Sorry, it's very loud in here! Sir! You are you both a knight and a blacksmith? No, dear follow, if only I were! It would save me having to come here to have me armour repaired! So, you're a swordsman too? Oh, heavens no! This is a family heirloom! A fine sword too, at least a few centuries old from the look of it! Indeed! My grandfather served in the Battle of Dragon's Breath and wore this very sword. Well I never, so did mine, Sir Roderick Blackhide himself. I dare say they fought alongside each-other. It warms my heart to see that you still honour your grandfather's memory. Sir Blackhide! He was quite the hero if I recall the tales correctly. Yes, quite the drinker too by all accounts. I never met him, sadly, but I was raised on tales of his exploits. My family still serve the king under his banner to this day. Well, let me say this. On behalf of all the realms, thank you for your service! I live to serve. I only hope that you'll never have need of your grandfather's sword. I've seen enough of war to wish for peace. I'm sure you have! Hopefully this blacksmith with eventually finish his lunch so that I'll have a chance when the enemy shows it's wicked face.