Jessica
*Arthur was on his way back from the escapade with the prison, somewhat rejuvenated after he took a good nap at the base of the mountain. He was surprised that nothing had come up to steal his belongings as he slept in fox form, but he reasoned that was probably due to the prison's complex being a short walk away. Now refreshed with energy, Arthur walked down a trail that supposedly led to the New Sunlight guild HQ. Although he was already off of the mountain, he had noticed a good bit of snow come falling down as he walked on. It was getting slightly chilly, so he had set himself on fire, having the flames simmer at about 40 degrees celsius as to keep him warm throughout the trek. Remembering the cold of the air led back to remembering the ordeal with the events of the previous night, prompting Arthur to pull out his sword from his scabbard to check on it again. It looked to be damaged quite a bit; there were nicks and scratches all throughout the sword's blade, and it looked somewhat dull. He didn't want to buy a new one, since this sword was owned by him for around 6 years now. He had memories with that sword, as it was the only weapon he used for the entire time he lived away from his old home.*

*With a sigh, Arthur put it back in it's scabbard. He needed to find a blacksmith shop to repair the sword. He thought, however, of Nox's spear soon after. It seemed to be enchanted, almost... Magical. Maybe he could get the same done to his sword? He'd pay whatever it cost to have it enhanced and enchanted, since it meant so much to him. When the fork in the road came with two signs showing the way to New Sunlight and New Salvainia, Arthur decided to go into the city, looking around for a blacksmith shop.*
Charlie
It would take a bit of asking around, but a passerby would point you to the forge district where a majority of the smiths in the city have their shops. However while walking there Arthur would suddenly feel an arm grab him from behind. 
Turning around he would see a stout male Hill Lora with a long red beard. The arm grabbing your shoulder would look metallic and looking at his face he would have an eyepiece seemingly taking the place of one of his eyes. He greets you with a smile and presses his finger up to his lips in a shushing manner.
"Boy, you're lucky I caught you in time. What ya doin' here without any sort o' cover?"
Jessica
"C-cover? Sir, I don't think I know what you mean."

*Arthur analyzed the man's appearance. From the looks of it, it was a Lora, a Hill one to be exact. He'd never seen many of these while he was out in the world, but their short size and stature led Arthur to call them Dwarves, after a race in a book he read that possessed many of the same characteristics. He looked pretty friendly, and radiated a cordial aura as well. However, one of his arms looked completely metallic, and so were one of his eyes. Could this guy possibly be... A blacksmith? And a top grade one, no doubt. However, he needed to find someone who had the skillset and experience to fix his sword, so he decided to hang around the man a bit longer.*
Charlie
The man chuckles "Needn't to worry boy, Dragor here is on yer side, er, well, the boss' side. Who do ye think those armored idiots get their armor from? Where they get their enhanced iron doors from? That's right, from the smiths of this her' city. They already sent ove' a new orde' fo' them, along with 3 pretty portraits. Them guards of the city likely got them too. I'm the boss' bird for the smith district, and he told me to keep a look out incase the three of ye go around entering the smith's lion dens carelessly."
Jessica
"Dragor, eh? Nice to meet you!" *Arthur says, holding his arm out in a handshake. "Actually, I'm looking for a place to repair my damaged weapon, and I've also got a couple things to sell, if you don't mind."
*Arthur had a slight clue of what he was talking about, but who was boss he was speaking of? Did the 'three' he was talking about mean Arthur, Bog, and Nox? He suddenly felt like there was a connection between this man and the employers to the past few errands he had to do, including a connection to the "Boss", whoever that turned out to be.*
Charlie
"Eh, ye don't say? Well then, I just might have meself a customer. Will have to check up if ye got anything worth buyin' though. I'm a tough ingot to impress. Come with me!"
He will motion for you to follow him. After a couple of minutes of walking he would squeeze into an alleyway. Looking down it, it would seem empty with only trash and piles of stones laying about on the ground. However Dragor shoves over one of the piles of stones, revealing an underground passageway. He would then enter it chuckling to himself "I hope yer not scared of the dark"
Jessica
*Arthur walked around and followed Dragor, who led him to an alleyway. He recalled, once, having the same experience a good while back when he was naïve enough to believe thay the entire world was good, but was then robbed right there and then. This was exactly like that time, but Arthur trusted Dragor, seeing that he looked and acted friendly enough. He watched as the man continued to shove over stones upon stones, but then saw a secret underground trapdoor, probably leading to an underground passage. He heard the dward say, "I hope you're not afraid of the dark." With a slight smile, Arthur looked at him and said,* "No, of course not."
Charlie
The two you would walk down the underground passage way for a bit till eventually entering a room. It was clearly a smith's forge with a furnace in the corner, an anvil, hammers, iron bars, things that one would expect from such a place. However the thing that would catch Arthur's eyes are the runic stones and various professionally made prosthetic all shoved in the corner. Dragor would turn and look to you and spread his arms widely with pride.
"This is me shop! Ye like it? Well if you don't, you know where the exit is" He says with a hearty laugh
"Anyhow, yer sword needed fixin right? Hand it over"
Jessica
"Wait, before I had my sword over, I've got a question." Arthur began, pulling out his sword. "Is there a way you could add certain enchantments to my sword? I've already got a few in mind, but I'm not sure if you're up to the challenge..."
*As Arthur spoke, he eyed the sheer amount of metal prosthetics and runes all shoved into one of the corners. The place in itself was cluttered, with a number of smithing tools and prototypes seemingly littered around everywhere, but Arthur thought to himself that the corner in particular was way more compat with items than the rest.*
Charlie
Dragor raises an eyebrow with a cocky grin "Oye, ye know who yer speakin to her'? Not up to the challenge ye say? I'm Dragor Forger, the best foggin loren smith around! Forging is in my name, and enchantments are my game boy! Tell me watcha want and I'll show ye how good I am!" He says as he eagerly picks up his hammer, starts the furnace and picks up a handful of runic stones.
Jessica
*Smiling back at the man, Arthur was invigorated by his enthusiasm.* "Nice, now we're talking. The best Loren smith around? I'll take you up to that promise." *Arthur walked over to a nearby anvil, placing his damaged sword on the top. The blade looked as beat up as ever, but you bet that was soon to change.* "For one, I want an enchantment that increases the strength I swing my sword at, and crank that up to the max. Then, I definitely want an enchantment that can increase the durability of the sword. I take it that it's going to be bery costly, but I'm willing to give up some money. And if you buy some stuff off of me, I can definitely purchase more enchantments."
Charlie
Dragor grins "Boss been payin' good huh? Well, I'm goin' show you why the boss keeps me around cus what ye asked for is child's play for me and my hammer! That bein' said, I don't want to add the enchantments one after the other though. Damages the steel. So let me look at whatcha got so ye can get yer enchantments all in one go"
Jessica
*Arthur takes out all of his gold, which were kept in one of the leftover pouches from his earlier quests. The total he had was 31 gold, which he all set down individually on one of the nearby countertops.*
"Here," He said, waving over the gold. "31 golden pieces, which is all I have. Unless-" He then took off his backpack, digging through the contents until he found the Almain Rivet armor and golden chalices he had salvaged from the cultist quest a while back. Setting them onto the counter as well, he began to speak again. "Unless you'll also take these for more enchantments?"