(Sorry iatos, pyromancer, heat mancer, auto correct loves messing me up)

Dressage looks at the bag of money, looks at the scroll, then looks back at the zebracorn. "Its gonna take me a month to be able to make the armor at least but a week to make the sword. Come on in" the blacksmith said to bane and excellion as he pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door to his shop, the dressage of all trades. The blue and black creature walks over to the counter, open a small gate and shut it behind him. To the left of the counter is a short hallway that faces dressages work space. The Pegasus walks to the back, grabs a piece of wood, and throws it to bane.