The next morning, Lancelot and his two companions arrived at the craftsmen's quarters located in the blacksmith district, where Barrend was already waiting for them.
The old dwarf was also fully armed today; he wore a set of plank armor, donned a Dwarf Giant Helm with pointed horns, had a folding shovel and a Dwarf Cross Pickaxe at his waist, and carried a Heavy Steel Shield on his back.
"Hey, old man, your gear looks pretty impressive. It's been a while since I've seen you dressed up like this," Bruto said with a face full of excitement, like a child eager to go out and play with his father.
"Back in my youth, I also crushed a few Orc skulls!" Barrend said with a laugh, "I might not be as agile as you young people anymore, but after all these years of blacksmithing, I still have some strength."
"Dad, I doubt your gear will see any action this time." Bruto said arrogantly, "Lancelot has been giving me special training these past few days. You just stay safely behind me!"
