"Guess that's that!" Zizar said with a smile. Though this was quick than he expected, Blake could not complain. The sooner he could see the town, the better.  And with that, the blacksmith jumped to approach Blake. He was a tall, elderly man with a massive piece of a beard. To say Zizar wasn't thinking how long he was growing that for was an understatement.<br/><br/>"Well, I'll just need to have a look at ye, sir." He said as he took a once over Blake. More so, his vest. After a few looks, the blacksmith finally said, "I'll fix the gauntlet and your vest for 450 pieces of gold. Just come back tomorrow afternoon."<br/><br/>Blake handed in his vest with Zizar's payment. He thanked Zizar and turned to Avis, "Sorry that took so long. Shall we go then?"