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
knight
I am a knight. I am trained to fight. I ride a horse and carry a sword.
You tell me. These are your fires which are burning. Oh it must be me, I apologize, as I am covered in soot, from my jobs being a blacksmith So I see that. And as a knight, I've come to you for a new sword. Ah yes good knight, do you have any preferances?  A long one. What type of metal? Um...I know gold isn't good for battle, but it'd impress a lady, yes? No, I don't think so. She would be very unimpressed when you couldn't defend her from a bandit with your gold word. What if you made me a golden SHEATH to put on my boring old iron sword. How much money do you have to pay me? 50 gold and a cow. And what am I to do with a cow?