After our lunch that's prepared by Tiana, we make our way to the blacksmith to have our weapons fixed. Tiana, Bryce and Rexford join me since they also need new weapons.
The blacksmith, an old man with weathered hands and a gruff voice, greets us as we enter his shop.
"What can I do for you folks?" he asks, eyeing us and our weapons.
"We need these fixed," Bryce informs, placing his swords and a dagger on the counter.
I follow suit and place my sword, dagger and staff on the desk.
"And we need new ones," Rexford adds, handing over his staff that looks the oldest the most. "And Miss Tiana here needs some small weapons for defense."
The blacksmith examines each weapon before nodding in understanding. "I'll have these fixed by next week," he says. "As for new weapons, what kind are you looking for?"
"I need a bow and arrow," Tiana responds. "And a dagger fit for a non-combatant. Probably something small, lightweight, and easy to use."
