The burly blacksmith grinned from ear to ear at the Nomad Archer's compliments. Apparently, he was very fond of both his muscles and his facial hair. And rightfully so! They were both quite impressive after all.

"Hah! Ain't you a sweet-talker, lil' miss. Tell ya what, As an apology for my bratty boy's tongue-lashing, next thing ya'll buy from the shop'll get a discount." The man said, with a rumbling - but short - laugh.
"Pips, you can't be serious!"
"You. Shut yer trap and go back and clean the forge"
"Wha-?!"
"Right now, boy."
"... Mrghlf... [i]Fine![/i]" The beady-eyed youth hised between clenched teeth, before slinking away like a beaten dog with his tail between his legs.

Once the clerk had left the shop, through the same doorway the smith had entered, the blacksmith let out a sigh and put a hand to his balding head, gently rubbing it in a tired manner.

"Kids these'n days have such big dreams... Thinkin' they're meant for grand dreams and destiny... Can't blame 'em I 'spose, wantin' to get outta a one-horse town like this." The older man grumbled to himself, before looking back at his customers. "Anyway, ya folks alright with this deal?" He asked.

Druid Girl wasn't exactly a finanical genius. The most money her family had ever had were just after they'd sold their produce and arvest at market, and then had most of it promprly taken away, either as taxes, by the local lord or because they had to restock and resupply for the future. Sure, they had gone to buy and trade, but it was always her father who did the negotiating, not she, and she hadn't exactly paid much attention to those exchanges either... She'd been to occupied looking at birds or stray cats, or whatever flora and weeds were growing around the area at the time. The bottomline? Druid Girl had no idea if this was a fair deal - but given that the blacksmith seemed far more amiable and forthright than his son, she felt that he was trustworthy. The keyword being 'felt'.

"S-Sure, I guess?" She stated. "Are you sure you want to give us a discount though? You already dealt with your s- err... [i]employee's[/i] attitude, so I don't thin-"
"Repeat-customers are worth ten times as much as those who wander in once, buy something and then never come back." The smith replied, waving a hand. "Young adventurers like yerself pop in once a while, spend all their coin and then never show up again. The guards and militia? They ain't never see much fightin', so their stuff rarely needs replacin' or repairin'. And the nobles? Hah! They order all their stuff from them fancy-pants [i]artisans[/i] off in the capital or big cities." The man grumbled.

Obviously, making a living in Palisade Town was tough, not just for adventurers who had to deal with risky and low-paying jobs, but apparently anyone else as well. Druid Girl felt a twinge of discomfort as she remembered the fate of the other adventurers in the goblin nest from yesterday... It made her frown somewhat. she quickly shook those thoughts from her head though. At least they'd saved one of them, and were alive to spend their earninsg themselves! Tjat was always positive.

"Well then, I'm good with the deal, if you both are." She finally said, looking at Big Red and Steppe Archer. "I... don't think I need anything right now though..." She added sheepishly.
"Not a problem, lil' missy. Discount stands 'til ya all buy somethin', so come back whenever ya need'n." The man stated proudly.
"Thhank you, sir." Druid Girl repleid with a sunny and genuinely happy smile.