"It will cost you 1000 gold to use my forge for a week," says the master of the forge.
Gannon responds quickly and with a slight anxiousness.
"No one will bother me during that time, right? Oh and will steel be provided for that price or is that just for the forge?"
you're serious?" Confusion spread across the master smith's face, originally thinking his offer would be scoffed at by this young man in the fancy deep blue robes. Gannon looks at the forge master, then at Radi.
"Oh, I get it. You were teasing about the weekly charge! Well is there a way we can we still work some metal in your forge, sir?" Gannon continues with a smile upon his face.
The old man's gaze passes over the current talk of the town: Gannon, a young man with the gift of speaking and the Pilgrim, a man who is winning over the hearts of the soldiers in the town.
"So these are your friends, Radi?".
"Yeah," she sighs, her elven body shifting slightly under her traveler out