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
blacksmith
king
I am a king of the whole empire. I give rules and pursuit them. I am brave and fearless.
Ho, Blacksmith! What are you working on today? I am working on swords for the king's army.  What brings you here? Making sure that we have enough. I sense a massive battle brewing, and we'll need plenty of weapons.  Oh, KING!  I'm sorry for my impertinence, I did not realize it was you.  I would never expect you to come to my humble shop.  We are on schedule your highness.   Well, I'm glad that you're a blacksmith and not a watchman. If I'd come in here like this, I could understand not recognizing me.  Yes your highness.  I hope you can forgive me.  I wasn't looking at you, sir.  Is there a special task you have for me? I'll need 3000 swords, 1500 shields by next week. I'm sure you can't pull that off, so I'll be sending a company of 'smiths to help you out. They should arrive later this afternoon. Thank you for the help your highness.  You are a good and magnanimous king.  Speak freely, man. I don't care for all the formalities. I hear enough of that when I'm at home. Now that the business is out of the way, do you have any mead stashed away here? Oh course I do, King.  You aren't in the palace anymore, there is mead everywhere.  Follow me to the back. Good man! I swear, the things I have to put up with, sometimes I envy people like you, who can go to work and then just go home and forget about it at the end of the day. I imagine the weight of the crown is great.  You are always welcome here, however.