A few minutes after the man-woman left, he came back with a short, buff man who had a thick, greasy beard that fell to his protruding belly, covered by both his tunic and apron.
Some parts of his body were stained with coal, while his cheeks were red from being in a burning furnace for hours.
"A dwarf?" Alessia exclaimed. Her delicate eyebrows rose as she gazed at the blacksmith, stunned.
"I'm no dwarf lady, just short," the man scowled before turning to Cristian. "You're the man who wants a full set of epic-ranked armor, huh? Well, I don't have the materials to make one, but I do have something that would surely grab the interest of a warrior like you."
As the blacksmith left, probably to bring the item, Cristian pulled off his coat, exposing a bit of his heart, which made Zelda's eyes dilate. "You're not an elf; you're a dragon!" She exclaimed, approaching him with wide eyes.
