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.
"Yes, of course. You see, my crown needs repair. Do you think you can handle that?" This is a delicate piece. Wouldn't you rather take it to the Tinker? "He's too busy, and I hear you're one of the best smiths in the land." Anything, for you, my king. "Indeed. I'll pay you handsomely. Name your price, and you'll receive it." Anything? "I see where you're going. Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it." (roaring laughter) And why would you desire to give me your kingdom? "The weight of the crown is much heavier than it might appear." Argh, its' crippling! (snicker) "Well, it's yours, if you truly wish it. Repair it, and leave your Smithy to me, and you can have the crown." You jest.