Bregan is going to be joining the military and needs a sword that actually fits his hands and cuts the air instead of swatting it. This requires a new blade, but it won't be cheap. You're going out of your way for this one, but Bregan is an old friend. And maybe…never mind.
"Ah new blade fer ah new knight…ah could forge it, but it would cost ye. It takes longer then ye'd have thought." You've got a portion of the payment now, the rest you can work off helping at the forge this autumn.
Usually, you'd have made it to the church and halfway back by now, but you keep to the dwarf's slow pace. It's rare to be able to speak with him without having sweat sting your eyes from the heat of the forge's fires. But aside from that, you're genuinely enjoying the conversation.
"Speakin' oh weapons, ye can tell alot about ah woman by her weapon o' choice. So what do ye fancy?"