The one and only blacksmith's store in the whole town of Berchtesgaden was situated under the mountain ridge, where noblemen and renowned merchants gathered. Without fail, the sound of hammering coming from the blacksmith store would permeate the townsfolk's ears each day. However, today it was slightly quieter than usual. Since morning, the old blacksmith has been acutely focused on sharpening a short blade.
"It's almost done, take a look at this!" blacksmith handed the blade on the grindstone to the middle-aged man sitting by the door.
Vangol Abberning Hagrid took over the weapon to examine it thoroughly, gingerly sliding his finger over its blade. "Not bad!" the General of Imperial Guards who imposed as a medicine retailer complimented the blacksmith
"Take it, you might need it in the future," the old blacksmith cleaned his hands before pouring a cup of tea for the head of his household.
