The woman eyed both Delphine and the minotaur up and down for a few moments, before nodding. "Aye... I think we can do something. Weapon's easy enough, think we've got a couple spares in the back ought to suit someone like him. Armor's a different story; we work in metal, and something that big's going to be custom-made. It might take a week or more before we--"<br/><br/>"Dammit woman, are you forgetting about that adventurer that came in last week?" the blacksmith yelled, over the sound of his own hammering. "Sold you that breastplate? Drag that thing out here, and I'll see what I can do."<br/><br/>She glared at him, then sighed. "Alright, maybe we can get something. You, follow me," she said, to the minotaur, headed towards a back room. Inside, crates and racks of less-popular weapons and armor were stored relatively haphazardly. There were all manner of strange and exotic weapons, most just propped up or hung up however they could best fit. "There's where I keep the big weapons, go and take a look," she said, gesturing to a pile of larger-than-normal weapons, while she rummaged around a large crate that made very loud, metal-on-metal noises, as she dug.