The trio was dragged into another smithy by a similarly eager dwarf, but in the end, that one also said the exact same thing that the first one said. Determined, the group still continued looking for a new smithy, but after a total of 2 hours, having visited a total of over 20 smithies around the village, not even a single smith said that he was able to fix Lyrian's obsidian blade.
As they left their most recent one, they walked through the streets once again. Now, Alten slouched his shoulders in, feeling sluggish by the repeated rejections by everyone.
Lyrian still hadn't lost hope, however, and wanted to get his sword fixed as soon as possible even though hours had passed. "Hey! It's still not fixed!" He shouted again into the crowd for the 21st time, but this time, no one even batted an eye.
