Swords and armor line the wall of the grand armory. No rust is to be found on any of the weapons. The armorer's forge bellows smoke and fire, day and night, as the king's army is getting fitted out for it's next campaign.
Castle Armory, Inside Castle
blacksmith
armorer
I enjoy beating metal into place! My father was killed by faulty armor, and it is my mission in life to create an armor that no man, beast, or inanimate object can pierce. As you can see, I have incredibly strong arms (no pun intended, har har). All alloys will submit to my hammer.
I would like to think so. I forged them myself. It's my mission to be the best at what I do. As a blacksmith, I recognize your exceptional skill. The king must value you very highly.  I would like to think so. I love beating metal. It's my mission to make an armor that is impossible to be penetrated. I feel sorry for whomever has to face your weapons in battle, any word on whom the king plans on attacking next? No army will face the King's army with their superior weapons. He is tracking the Dragon of the Dead Forest.  Hmm, a dragon you say. Do you ever get to use these swords yourself? I'd like to try one out if you don't mind. Sure see for yourself. I was taught by Merlin himself. The creator of the greatest sword ever crafted. You speak of excalibur! I fear this dragon has met its match in your weapons. But do you ever tire of working in this hot room with fire, flame and smoke? Look at the size of these arms. I was destined to be an armorer. Until my last breath I will be armorer. Fine arms you have there. You remind me of my wife. She is to be feared as much as your weapons. Maybe our wife's are related. Does yours have a mustache like Tom Selleck and breath like a labrador? If so, you may be right.