"Hmmm... This size fits you well, but we should probably get you a slightly bigger size since you'll grow out if it soon."
A middle aged man said, his hands riddled with calluses, a strong scent of steel and fire emanating from his being.
"Yeah, you're right. "
Berkah agreed with the man, prompting him to retrieve a sword strap of a bigger size.
"*Sigh*... I thought you said we're going to spar?"
Ariel spoke, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed.
"Can you just be patient man? I'm almost done. Why are you rushing when you're just gonna get beat up anyway?"
Berkah snorted, his words striking a chord, causing Ariel to gnash his teeth.
[Isn't it a bit risky that a smithy is built on a tree?]
Berkah glanced around the interior of the smithy and at the furnace in the corner of the room.
[If this place burns down won't the whole village burn down with it?]
