"For the last time... I'm not going down below thirty silver pieces. This is a quality blade forged mainly for combat; you won't find anything of this quality that easily." Nalesh sighed in stress as a young man haggled inside a small shack which was Nalesh's armory. "Look. If you can't pay up, get out." Nalesh coldly stated, the hint of irritation evident on her face.

"Oh really? Well, how about we take this to a room, and we'll see who'll be begging me to stay?" the guy edged closer to Nalesh's face as the smith smiled.

"Take THIS down your throat!" Nalesh roared as her leg collided with the man's face, sending the guy flying outside of her shack. Nalesh strode outside of her armory, eyeing the delirious fool on the floor. "And besides, my name is Noadich, you idiot. I'm a guy. Perverted delinquent." Nalesh gritted under her breath as she walked back into her shop, sighing in despair.

"There goes another customer..." Nalesh groaned, running her fingers through her short golden hair. "My rent is not gonna go away... I'm losing business here." she banged her fist on the counter.

Nalesh exhaled as she looked outside her armory. This place was not meant for war. Obviously, none would really be interested in buying weapons or even armor; she could have made out more with a grain or barley business. The exhausted girl pulled out the drawer containing her income; which didn't include much. Without noticing, tears had already fallen from her face. For so long has she covered her identity in fear of those men who had tried to end her. Nalesh rested her head on the counter as she began to doze off; forging weapons and armors had been very exhausting on her. Her mind wandered to how she could pay her rent as she heard some shouts outside.

“Adventurers wanted! The Crown in need of heroes! Calling all brave souls to the City of Light! Big rewards!”

Nalesh jolted up as she heard big rewards.

"The capital is calling for more warriors from the outskirts? Hah! Do they not have their own? Those cowards..." Nalesh growled, boring a huge grudge against the capital; the place where the main artificer houses reside. "However, this might be interesting."