Finally before our eyes was the great city of Winzel which we have been away from for a long time now. Guess it's time to pay that blacksmith a visit so I can fix up my armor.
This city had an interesting design to it since it wasn't entirely made by humans like a lot of the cities were. It had a mix between dwarves, elves, and humans.
But the ones who built it up were dwarves and Elves which is surprising since they weren't known for working together very often.
Regardless it's time to get my armor fixed up.
As we walked the streets I could see the sign for the blacksmith once more, time to see the old man.
Clang. Clang. Bang. Sounds of a hammer hitting away on steel was all that could be heard until finally hitting a sudden stop.
"I remember you boy. It's been awhile." The dwarf says while putting down the hammer.
"Yeah I've come for your help once again." I respond while pulling out a bag full of my broken gear.
