"I'll return soon princess." Isaiah bowed to the woman and smiled at the baby. "Good morning madame." He walked into the hut. "Good morning." The blacksmith, a large and well built bald man, grunted in response and lifted up a heavily damaged chestplate.

"What is this?" He said with a look as if he wanted to throw his hammer right through Isaiah's head. "I have been forging for the royal family since the old king's coronation, I forged them well and strong and yet I have never seen anything like this! How are you even alive right now, wearing this like this?!

"Did I mention I need a sword too? Preferable one forged of something that can negate magic" Isaiah examined the numerous other blades and weapons that adorned the smith's walls. "I'll need my armor forged of something more durable than your usual steel and..." He looked at the man with a very serious expression. "I need it done soon. I can't protect the royal family efficiently with one blade, and can't protect them at all if I die because I lack armor."

The blacksmith's frown grew deeper as he stared at the knight in question before he threw the chestplate to the ground and continued hammering on his current project. "A lesser blacksmith wouldn't be able to this and not in the time you're asking." Without looking up. "This is going to cost you a lot." Isaiah nodded and placed a large pouch on a nearby table. You know who I serve, I'm good for the order." The man nodded and continued about his work. "The princess' birthday is in a week correct? Isaiah nodded. "Then that is when you shall have them." 

"Thank you sir." Isaiah nodded, bowed and stepped outside.