"...?"
The young man leaned to the side to have a better look and bit his lips – he was attempting to make the dialogue window with the item description appear without using words the whole time he and Bason were touring the workshops but up until that point he was never successful.
[Tin shards (trash)]
"!!!"
This time was different though – Viria didn't say a word and the window popped up on its own, and to make things better – the item was considered trash!
Unfotutantley though, the young man ended up flinching in excitement and getting the attention of the blacksmith who raised his brow and glanced over to where Viria was staring at.
"Ah! Sorry, sorry. Can't have anything go to waste!"
The man called out in an embarrassed tone and hurriedly but carefully picked all the shards.
The next moment a small furnace appeared right next to him and the man threw the shards inside.
The furnace locked on itself and heated up without the blacksmith doing anything to it.
"Hold on...!"
Viria's eyes widened and he reached out his hand, taking a step back but it was too late.
The small furnace suddenly opened up and spit out a tiny shining slab.
[Tin ingot (material)]
When the young ma focused on it, the description that popped up confirmed his worry.
The trash was gone.
"Convenient isn't it? My stone furnace might be a low grade soul artifact, but I would argue that it's one of the best for my line of work!"
The blacksmith puffed out his chest and declared proudly, misunderstanding Viria's reaction for amazement.
"If you are interested in working here, I can promise you a peaceful work environment – with my soul artifact no one will shout at you for messing up – I only work with materials that I can recycle so there can be no loss!"
The man confidently, not realizing how far from Viria's ideal he was getting.
"This boy is more focused on hunting monsters though – why don't you show us some of your defensive gear? Maybe something will catch his eye."
Bossac grinned and patted Viria's shoulder acting all friendly – and got the prisoner in charge to hurry to the back and carry some equipment back with him to show off.
The quality wasn't bad, but the equipment itself was of rather low defensive stat...
It was clearly optimized for hunting mole-rabbits and other agile or elusive pray that attacked by ambush, and it was definitely something that Virai could use, but he was so disheartened by losing on the tin trash that he didn't even care.
"Sir Bossac, do you want to take a look at the heavy armor that is recommended for taking on the floor boss?"
Then, to the young man's surprise, the blacksmith gulped down his saliva and cautiously asked the guard next to him.
"As if I could move around in that type of equipment! I am a healer – showing up in front of a floor boss wearing that and being barely able to move would be like serving it a delicious meal with an extra step. You can show it off to him though, but..."
Bossac scoffed and shook his hand dismissively before pointing his thumb at Viria.
"I am nowhere near the level where I could even think of challenging it."
"Precisely."
Viria finished the sentence for him and got a nod in confirmation.
"Then it's okay, no need to get it."
The young man declared with the friendliest expression he could pull at the time.
With that, there was nothing else to do at the shop because it looked like the blacksmith explained what exactly his work is about while Viria was checking his shop for trash.
The blacksmith was the last building on the sixth street and with no shortcut to the seventh one, the guard and the convict had to walk back all the way – only that without checking out every single place, the travel didn't take nearly the same amount of time.
On the other hand, the first building on seventh street was the trader.
It wasn't considered a workshop, and it was one of the only places on the first floor that was actually run by guards with no prisoners involved – it was also one of the places that could be accessed by prisoners no matter what crimes they had on their list.
*thump*
"Kyah...! I-I'm sorry...!"
As they encountered a guard that had something to talk about with Bossac, taking his attention for a while, Viria was going to take a look inside by himself – and immediately upon opening the door he got someone bumping into him, bouncing off of him, and falling on their back before hurriedly apologizing in a high-pitched panicked voice.
...that Viria already heard somewhere...
"No, no. It was my fault for... Hmm...?"
The young man apologized and reached out his hand to help the other person up, but once he actually looked at their face, he furrowed his brows and let out a bothered noise.
It was one of the children that were supposed to transport all the monster corpses to the trading point. In particular, this one was the shy one with the long fringe covering their eyes.
The part that made Viria confused wasn't that the kid was walking out of the trading post – because that was really self-explanatory – but rather the thing was that during their first meeting he assumed that it was a boy.
After having a closer look – especially because of the fringe parting out of the way because of the kid taking the fall – that assumption became slightly less believable...
"Ah...! Y-you can't have those... Th-the guards know that I have to carry them..."
Misunderstanding the look in Viria's eyes – and his extended hand - the youngster stuttered and clenched the yellow, blue, and green bills in their hands a bit tighter as they stuttered.
"Now, now. It's nothing like that, but we have to get out of the doorway."
Viria snickered at the reaction and picked the child up under their shoulders as if it was a friendly cat and stepped out of the way of anyone who might want to come in and out of the building.