They were joined by the smith's son, who doubtless knew more about the weapon he carried than Alphonse did. 

[color=999999]”Alphonse you crazy bard have you no respect for craftsmanship? That blade is long overdue for repairs yet you still won't bring it in!” [/color]

[color=f26522]"Well sadly everyone in the empire is taking their coin to the local smith for their own swords, and leaving very little for a song.  If ever I bring myself to one, I have to shoe my wretched old horse before I can have them look at this sorry blade.  The sword keeps me safe, but the horse gets me home."[/color]

Of course, Gale invited Demund along.  

[color=00a651]"Why don't you come with us? We're going to try and get the jump on something furry munching on the still-dewy leaves."[/color]

[color=f26522]"Does Gren have a sister?"[/color] he jested.