Carth was browsing also, examining the smith's wears. He too was impressed with the craftsmanship. "We can always ask him." He glances to Ash. 

It takes about half an hour before the blacksmith comes into the shop while wiping down his face and hands with a rag. "Sorry about the wait. That wasn't something I could just stop. What can I do for you today?" He asks. Carth looks up to the man. "I was wondering if you may have time within a couple days to sharpen my blade?" 

The blacksmith motions Carth over where Carth then unstraps his sword from his waist and lays it on the counter. The blacksmith takes up the word and unsheaths it, examining it by weight, balance, and it's edges. "Quite the blade you have. It has seen much. I can take it today and have it ready within a couple days first thing in the morning." The man explained while sheathing the sword. 

Carth seemed to think about it before nodding in agreement. "I understand." He looks to Ash. 

Orion was sitting at his work station, preparing potions, to other medicinal remedies.