“Naaa no thanks, Fatir was it” The older Smith said as he rubbed his beard looking at Fatir.

“Hey come on look I can make myself useful and I can actually forge a decent blade. Ive even learned how to fold in magic ore and for just a shot at what I can do id gladly part with one of the ore I mined just this afternoon” Fatir Pleaded with the Smith as he stood still looking Fatir in the eye.

“AHH what the hell I was fiing to close up shop tonight anyway if you can forge me a decent dagger I can forget about the ore and I can bring you on for a bit. I cant explain it kid there something about you, a look of determination I havent seen in quite sometime.” The Smith said as he began the closing procedures. “Well GET TO WORK Boy”

Fatir cut a large smile at the Smiths words and shot to the back and begin the process of forging a weapon. Going a step beyond the Smiths Expectations Fatir had begun forging a longsword. The way he had started to move was like a man possessed. His focus was that of lion stalking its prey. Each bang and clang of the hammer against the anvil only served as a music to Fatir. The Smith watched in awe as Fatir worked. It was like watching one of the greats. 

The two had lost track of time but in just a few short hours Fatir had finished creating his longsword and presented it to the smith. “Ho…how…hows that” Fatir asked as if by some sort of magic his forging high had worn off and everything came rushing back to him. Causing him to stumble a bit.

“Easy there boy” the smith said catching Fatir. “You forged a damn good blade this quality his amazing its almost as though it was forged by…” Shaking his head and showing a smile “Lets get you put up in an inn for the night.” The smith said as he dropped a few gold in Fatirs shaky hand. “Across the Way there is an inn they keep a few rooms available around this time. Head on over and get yourself a room and some sleep and be back here tomorrow no later than noon.” The smith said as he sent fatir on his way.

Stumbling across the way he caught sight of a woman sitting upon a stone fountain “hey your kinda cute” Fatir said believing it to have only been said in his head. As he stumbled into the inn damn near passing out after entering inside.