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What is so special about this ponies armor. Perhaps I can get him to rent a room upstairs so I can clean this mess up" dressage said taking the belt buckle and putting it back on the "back burner" a heating spot in his blacksmithing ovens that would keep it warm and pliable as dressage was about to shake him but remembered that he only had the 40 bits for the armor repairs. "Perhaps I can let him sleep here till I completely prioritise the armor and get it fixed" dressage said to himself. "Thing is, those benches aren't too comfortable to sit on, perhaps I can let him borrow my pillow, if I am right, he should thank me for the help and I him." Dressage said go to his bedroom near the back of his shop. After grabbing one of the two pillows from his cot, he props one under the ponies head, washes the dishes, cleans the floor a bit, puts away his tools, goes back to his bed and falls asleep for 2 hours where his cycle of starting "life" for him on a daily basis.

Meanwhile a red pony with a disheveled main and tail walks through the city. With a black hood up, he shakes his head forward a bit as a glowing yellow visor seems to drop down over his eyes. After looking around he throws his head back as the visor stops glowing and goes back on his head. After turning 4 little dials on leg guards with magic, they glow a nice blue-green on designated light ports. The leg guards only guard his legs from the knee to the ankle but that's what they where intended to do. The ponies normal trot made him seem like he was rushing to get places. Places that needs to be observed as a blue-green trail followed behind him for a split second before dissipating to nothingness. And that was the last time anyone saw that pony for the rest of the night.
The building is in the richer side of town. The area dint seem like the area crime would go down but it was the right ponies and politicians.
2 or 3 days, leather isn't too hard to repair and straightening out the dents in the armor and polishing it won't be too hard.
Well, they want more for bits for more metal
Ill be able to fix it with 40" dressage says eyeing the armor, this armor seems to belong in a museum, it could break at any second.
The blacksmith puts the buckle back into the fire "how may I help you." He says in his normal tone
Dressage keeps working on the sword. While working, he noticed his watching room was getting filled with tourist ponies, since his shop was a tourist attraction, he dint mind, in fact he tunned out the chatter except when something important came drifting across the watching room, across his leather/wood crafting table, across his floor over to his ear by his blacksmithing station. This days was one of those days. "Hmmm vici veritas spotted at another crime. How unfortunate" he said to himself, this was not the first time dressage has heard of vici's thefts but something dint add up. Though they dint add up, he would still need proof to see if his mental theory has any weight to it, But none the less it may just be gossip. As for the work in dressage hooves. It was actually needing completion. The sword was ordered by a pony in town who dressage swears would not know beauty if it came over to him and imbeded itself in his eyes. He could remember the conversation smoothly. Dressage could remember pulling cupcakes out of his double glass sided oven. The pony came in still awestruck about the armor in the front 3 viewing windows.

Dressage: how may I help you?" Dressage said coldly

Tourist: I'd like a sword.

Dressage: first I need an id

Turrist hands over id as dressage writes down the info "ok how would you like your sword." Dressage said handing back the id and pulling out a pencil and notepad

Well first, I would like a sword with only 1 sharp side of the blade, i'd like it to be at least 3 feet long, and I would like a Dragon as the handguard.

"What type of Dragon?"

What's the most beautiful of them all?

I would say a chiniegh Dragon"

" What does that look like"

"They are long like ribbons, thin and light and are able to fly with no wings"

"THAT IS THE UGLIEST TYPE OF DRAGON..... sorry, but I would think of something like a wyvern"

"Great, the ugliest flying reptile around" dressage said under his breath "your sword shall be done in 2 weeks and will cost 200 bits"

Alright" the colt said dropping the money and walking out.

That was 1 week and 5 days ago, and here it is, so close to completion. After putting the final touches on it, he would have the sword done a day ahead of time. The blacksmith drops the handle thorough the curling tail and bolts the handle. After fixing the pommel to the base, he holds the sword up in the light to show it's well craftedness in the light. After shinning the sword, he put it in its scabbard and put it on the counter with a sold tag, after doing this he gets back to the belt buckle.
It originated in a cemetery close to town but it then walks into a building as the door shuts cutting out the red smoke
He seems to sense a small bit of malevolence but as soon as he senses it, it disappears.
The officer takes the application and puts it behind the counter. "We will inform you if you get the job"
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