"We're here old man. We need our weapons now." Lance said as he entered the blacksmith followed by the rest excluding Sylvie.
"..." All you could hear was clanging sounds in the back room.
"Looks like he is deaf again. Let's go." Lance said as they all entered the forgery room once again.
"Old man, we need our weapons now," Lance repeated behind the dwarf who was hammering a piece of iron, trying to form a blade.
"Ah!" The dwarf said as he immediately turned around and threw his hammer at Lance.
Seeing this, Lance immediately sidestepped the hammer and watched it fly. Fly towards someone of course.
"BFUGUUU!" Sam wailed as he was sent flying back into the wall, as for the hammer? It bounced off his stomach and went flying straight towards the dwarf who had just thrown it at a force that was two times stronger than he had originally thrown it.
"What the heck!" The dwarf shouted as he saw the hammer come flying straight at him, he immediately dropped to the ground to avoid it.
