The blacksmith was critical to Wain, his equipment for too long now resembling tattered rags that are unusable for anything.
"Of course, though you have used the crystal for your own purposes, in fact, you have fulfilled your part of the bargain." Skyla nodded as she put her cigarette aside, "As I said earlier, I have two options for you."
Skyla continued, "The first, is a blacksmith in the northern area, this one is considered the best in Dermin. Don't worry, there won't be a problem, the heads of the northern district don't hold a grudge against you, especially since hardly anyone wants to fight you now."
"The best blacksmith in such a big city? That sounds good, but what about the second option?" Wain asked in a curious manner.
"Huh, knew you'd ask. The second blacksmith I know personally, this one owes me, so there won't be any problem with forging gear, but it's an unusual person." Skyla spoke in a serious voice.
