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Clelk shrugged at the refusal for the sharpening deal, and the following insults. He really didn't expect Cyrus to agree, considering most warriors were capable of sharpening their own blades, and he really didn't lose anything from it. He only offered it in the first place out of respect to his master, so he should have been celebrating the fact that he didn't have to do extra work. As for the insults, he was used to far worse and had learned a long time ago that retaliation was not worth the effort in the slightest. Words meant little for goblins anyways - actions held far more importance, and no one had dared try attacking Clelk.

"Whatever you say - I'll work on it for the rest of today, but I probably won't finish by the end of today if I run out of wood halfway through, so you're helping out a lot with this."

Clelk had no intention of stiffing Cyrus - that was probably one of his few good qualities. He occasionally procrastinated, but never once had he simply bartered with someone and not upheld his side of the agreement. He grabbed the bar he had just finished, deciding that it would more than suffice for a goblin longsword. He grabbed his tongs and started heating the iron bar in the flames of the already lit furnace while tossing in a large piece of lumber to keep the fire roaring.