Within the city of Holod was a run down shack with an old man living within it. Amidst his tales of grandeur upon the open seas with his crew, he let it slip that he was previously the ship's blacksmith. Often when they would stop on land they would raid the local forge and he would repair their equipment--occasionally making more weapons.
When this revelation came about, funds from the army came flooding in, which results in him making anything for anyone as long as they have the materials to do so. On a sign behind them is a list of items with the required items to make them.
"Good Evening I have come to request the forging of a Longsword, would this be possible as I have brought the materials needed"?
As the bell on the door began to jingle when the Holod had waltzed in, the old man slowly made his way to the bench. After being requested to forge a longsword, and being given the sufficient materials, he then went to the forge to begin creating the requested iron longsword.
After melting down the iron the adventurer ahd given him, he then poured it into a mold, picked it up with his metal prongs and then dipped the blade in water to cool it down. Attaching a handle and hilt to the blade, he then wrapped it and slid it into a cloth sheath, ready to hand over to the Holod.
With a grunt, he passed the newly made blade over.
A girl opens the door to an old shack having the light penetrate the darkness of the shed. She took a couple of steps in golding something in a large bag in her hands. the door closes behind her and the place darkens greatly. the only things lighting the place where some very dim candles and a window in the corner. there where cracks in the wall letting a seemingly blinding light in but otherwise it was dark. The girl walks up to a man and said.
"I herd you can forge weapons. I would like to request a weapon be made."
She hands him a bag carrying the things he would need to make her the dagger.
The old man poked and prodded at the bag, before finally removing the bar of rusty iron he was brought. He sniffed at the iron, stumbling back as a particle of rust flew up his nose, and began to work. He placed it into the forge, and began his work. As the iron reached the correct temperature, he put it inside a mold, and began shaping it into a blade. He again, cooled the metal down in the water, and attached it to the hilt.
The finished product was a poor mishapen excuse for a dagger, but the curves allowed it to be used for parrying and disarming. He shrugged, and handed it back to the woman that had walked into his store.
I took the blade and left with a thank you and a step out the door now having the tool necessary to defend myself. It wasn't the finest blade I had seen in the world but I could make due till I could get a better one.
"Ive got another job for you my good man."
"If you could please make me another dagger I would be a very happy person."
I handed him 1 of my 5 bars of rusty iron and waited for my second dagger to be made.