Merchants call out their wares and try desperately to get the attention of the wealthier passerby. People from all over the world hustle to and fro, some keenly eyeing the many tapestries, spices, tools and foods, others openly staring in wonder. Still others hurry along, heads down and avoiding eye contact. Colors, smells and sounds assault the senses. The cries of the gulls can hardly be deciphered from the chatter of the crowds, the ringing of the blacksmith's hammer, the bells of the nearby shipyard, and the hollers of the merchants.
Marketplace, Port
child
blacksmith
I work in the forge all day with my tools. I have a few apprentices who I show the ropes to. I also have to mingle with people in the public in order to have them purchase the items that I make.
I don't think this is something a child to know. It's too dangerous. That is a good lesson for my child to know. Who you like to know your future in my crystal ball? No. That would be foolish. True, I will sell it to the artist. If you want your child to learn the art of a blacksmith. How about we make a little deal? Certainly, what is the deal? If you can get 5 people to purchase an item I made, I will demonstrate how to hammer a sword. Yes, I go get my friends. They are across the marketplace. Go get them, boy. Here they are and all want to buy something and also watch you make a sword. You did what you promised. Watch carefully as I hammer these irons and steels to make a small sword.  You are an excellent blacksmith. Thank you for showing me sir.