Before the trio knew it, they were surrounded by a group of dwarfs, all eager for them to enter their specific workshops and smithies. Amid the chaos, they were pushed into a smithy without even realizing it.
*Slam*
A dwarf wearing a brown woolen tunic closed the door as he stood in front of it, looking at Lyrian and the others. After a few seconds, the sounds from outside dissipated.
"Finally... there gone. They are like piranas you know" He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Yea... haha." Alten nervously chuckled.
"Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn't either. Welcome to my workshop, you three!" The dwarf suddenly announced, reaching for a clean, long black apron, "A broken sword you say? My, you have come to the right place." He said as he put the apron on.
"Well, we really didn't have a choice. But, are you sure you will be able to fix the sword?" Lyrian questioned.
