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The blacksmith looked to the shoulder that was patted, then to the man, shrugging, "I am sure it will..." he said as he continued walking, looking down to the little dingy sword that was on his hip, he hoped it would be enough, he made that, and it looked like someone took sheet metal, made some blade and wrapped leather around the base to make a hilt. He didn't really know how to make a sword, and that was his best attempt, he made things like working hammers, nails, plates for a plow that was just some little scrap piece forged into a sword. 

He looked to the beast-man, or whatever he was as he raised his eyebrow before looking at the girl who seemed to be having a memory fit in her head, "She is scared, and someone who does not seem to carry a knife to stab one in the back. I do not see her stabbing one in back, if anyone else does, it is the restless one or you Miles, I do not know this tailed and horned one."

He thought for a second, trying to figure out what it meant, backstab, "Maybe if she finds a sword, or something to cook with she could stab one in back. Or steal something." he turned to the girl and looked to his hips sword, "this is not good for stabbing in back, it is maybe for slashing, but it is not good at stabbing."