Pearl
It had been far too long since Arbur last considered finding or buying a weapon, over a hundred years in fact, for as a monk his method of combat had always revolved around his physical body and the skill he'd mastered over lifetimes. Even when people would suggest or wonder why he fought without a single weapon he'd often brush it off and say he only needed his fists and feet to get the job done. Fortunately his mindset has recently changed thanks to an altercation with some unsavory members of society within the forests of Forstead- now the guardian finds himself walking down the roads of the market in hopes to find a smithy or store he can find a weapon fit for him.

"***I hope they'll accept trade- I should have taken a bounty or two before coming down here... This was a bad idea.***" The guardian sighed as he looked down the various alleys and streets of the market, seeing sign after sign that said they'll only accept coin as payment. Slightly disheartening to be honest but Arbur refused to give up hope.

"***No. There has to be someone here, I know there is.***" His determination was set in stone- and that's when he heard it. The thunder of a hammer, the clang of metal and the draw of his own intuition. He turned quickly, eyes scanning down the long lane- and there it was. A building with a sign displaying an anvil with sparks surrounding it, he'd found his smith.

Walking towards the smithy Arbur took a deep breath before he carefully made his way inside, speaking up loud enough to be heard but also to not disturb anyone.

"***Hello? Are you open for business?***"
Jesse
Toiling away at yet another bit of farm equipment, Thyri was tired of creating the same item over and over. She had no clue *How* The locals of this city were able to be so rough with their equipment that it broke so often. She had tried to teach each and everyone of them to properly maintain their tools, but it seemed like it was for naught. At least it was fairly decent for coin. The anvil rang out as steel slammed against it, bending the iron into the shape it had to be in. The heat of the forge was raging as Thyri worked through her the last of the order. It was certainly a chore, but it gave her a decent workout.

With one final slam, she lifted the axehead to inspect it for a moment, looking for errors or chips. She would not allow something of poor quality to exit her smithy. She had a reputation to keep after all. With the pair of tongs, she plunged it into the bucket of oil to quench the heat. A hiss escaped from the liquid as she allowed it to rest for a moment.

Just in time for a chime to ring throughout the building. A customer! She placed down her tools and made her way to the front of the store, fixing herself up as best she could before she greeted the individual.

"Aye, we're open." Thyri was quick to get behind the counter to greet the customer.

Thyri was an incredibly muscular woman, tattoos covering her arms and a look of pride within her fiery eyes. The storefront was full of various weapons, armour and tools, all of which had been crafted to a rather high quality. "Don't believe I've see ya before. What are ye looking for?"
Pearl
"***Oh what a relief-***" The monk called out in reply, eyes transfixed on a suit of plate armor on the wall, he'd never seen such a thing- let alone such fine craftsmanship. "***-I was worried I'd come all this way for-***" He finally turned his gaze towards Thyri as she walked behind the counter.

"***BIG WOMA-AHCHOO.***" Air erupted from the nose of Arbur, blasting him back outside out of the smithy with the doors promptly shutting rather loudly. Within a few seconds the doors flew back open and were quickly shut again, Arbur gave his best apologetic smile and upped his face wasn't *Too* Red from embarrassment.

"***Sorry about that, and yeah no you probably haven't- it's not often I'm in... Civilization?***" The Guardian walked towards the counter and began to dig around in an animal-skin pouch. "***I'm in need of a weapon, specifically one tailor made for me, I don't have money- I'm a monk, but I*** *Do* ***Have something I think might be worthy of trade.***"

Pulling out an old scroll and a decent sized rectangular object wrapped in dark tan cloth Arbur set them both on the counter.

"***Authentic.***"
Jesse
Thyri was about to respond when the customer was suddenly ejected from the store. She blinked in absolute confusion and astonishment, questioning what in the hell had just happened, when the individual reentered the store. "Er- Welcome back?" She had no clue what else to say.

She could easily see that the Monk's cheeks were blazing red from such an event happening. She quickly shook it off to get back to her customer service mode. "Not often in civilization? 'Spose that makes sense, plenty of wanders out there." She had spent a bit of time wandering herself. It was good to get out there from time to time.

At first, the mention of a lack of money caused her expression to sour a bit, but then a trade was offered and she was back in good spirits then. "Ah, a trade? Must say, I only create 'igh quality items, so ya be 'ope it's a good trade." She let out a deep laugh as she watched him place the items onto the counter.

"Authentic, ya say? Well, let's see what it is."

First, she brought the rectangular object closer, beginning to carefully unwrap the cloth, just in case it was a volatile material.
Pearl
"***My job requires me to be amongst the natural world more often than it does the unnatural. It's... Lonely, but it's what I was born to do.***" Arbur replied with a small smile of his own.

"***Oh I have no doubt you'll find these items... Pleasing? Hopefully they're enough for your-***" When she laughed the monk froze for just a moment, his expression almost like that of a surprised monkey, but then went back to normal a split second later. "***-services.***"

Once the smith of renown moved the rectangular object closer and unwrapped the cloth a wooden box is revealed. Within that box lays ore of unfathomable wealth, shimmering and twinkling within an infinite pool of dark purple and inky blackness like the void of space itself. Within is enough to make near any weapon if desired and the craftsman skilled enough. 

"***Starlight ore, given to me by the spirit of the stars herself after I helped her many lifetimes ago.***" The ore present is a well known fae legend, a material said to be as hard as the strongest of metals yet as flexible as water itself. A material of great importance and great rarity, so much so that it is nearly a once in a generation level find.
Jesse
"I guess that's makes sense, what do ya do then? Just some wandering merchant?" Thyri had been quite surprised by the amount of wandering merchants in the world, seemed like plenty of individuals simply wanted to get out of the cities and trade.

The ore was not an unfamiliar sight. Thyri had been made to study each type that was known to the world, learn how best to craft with them, how to mold them into tools of war if so needed. Even then, Starlight ore was mostly thought to be a myth, especially to her family. An ore that only the Gods would work with.

To see a slab of such material laying in front of her, Thyri believed it was fine to be rather shocked at such a thing. There was plenty of it as well.

"Starlight ore... By the Gods..." 

There was not much else to be said. As a blacksmith, there was simply no chance in the world that she would be able to deny such a trade. For a chance to work with such an ore, would be an honour and a blessing. If word got out about her creation using such an ore, thousands would come to her little shop.

"And... The scroll?"