I entered the blacksmith together with Felica.
One might expect a wave of heat to hit, but what first catches the eye inside is the displayed weapons.
This blacksmith also functions as a weapon shop, with the actual forging done in the back of the store.
The interior is lively and noisy with adventurers.
I walk past the reception counter toward a muscular, bearded man in his 50s with a sour expression.
His name is Boarduk, the owner of the blacksmith.
Felica, who had naturally let go of my arm upon entering the store, followed behind me while looking at the various displayed weapons with sparkling eyes.
The weapons were displayed as if leaning against stands, organized by type so it was easy for customers to browse.
Boarduk noticed me approaching, furrowed his brow, and began stroking his beard with one hand.
I smiled wryly at his expression, reached the counter, and called out to him.
"I have something I'd like to request?"
"…Let's hear it."
"I want you to make this."
