Marta dried her tears by the time she arrived alongside Isaiah to the local blacksmith, who, upon seeing the two youngsters enter the shop, seemed to be annoyed by their presence

"What does a couple of kids want? Are you lost or something?"

Marta took the broken cutlass from Isaiah and slammed its pieces onto the table in front of the blacksmith, still with the eyes a bit red after her previous rant she tried to sound as serious as she could when she made her request of fixing the weapon. The blacksmith examined the broken sword, whose blade was about the size of the man's forearm, and after some second of looking the parts that were broken he looked at the girl and answered

"Well, I'm not a jeweler, but it won't be hard to fix, I can do it."

"YES!"

"Come back after two weeks and half and I'll have it repaired by then."

 Marta, still with the triumph expression on her face, turned her head incredibly slowly and faced the blacksmith and clenched her teeth, before she could even open her mouth, the man had already read her thoughts

"What? you though the only blacksmith in this city wouldn't have any requests and that I would fix it in the moment?"

 "Okay then, what can I do until then?"

"Honestly, I recommend just getting a better weapon and forgetting about this. It's pretty, sure, but useless in battle."

"Yeah, you are right, I'll want it fixed though, it's a nice present. Do you have any artifacts?"

"Well, I told this morning to a proxian that I had none, for him that is, but someone small framed such as you, I think I've got something..."

The blacksmith stood up, towering way over the girl and her companion and from one of the shelves he took a wood staff that twisted on it towards the end. Marta was surprised to see that it was lighter than it looked

"A witch's wand. What do you think?"

The girl made some maneuvers with the pole, turning and waving it around with a smile on her face. She agreed to buy it and was about to take her money out when the blacksmith pointed to Isaiah and asked

"And who is this guy?"

"Him? This is my little brother Isaiah. He is so nice!"

"That sword he is carrying is quite big for him, but also a bit rusted, wouldn't you want to get something better?"

"Of course! After all he has helped me so much today. Tell me, lil bro, do you want me to get you something?"