Quin knocked on the door to the Village Blacksmith. "Ms. Alderberr? Are you in? It's me, Quin!"
An elderly lady opened the door. "Yes, I know it's you Quin. Who else cheerfully knocks on my door as if they live here?" Ma. Alderberr wore a kind smile but a stern look in her eyes. Despite her true age of 29, she looked 50. Quin always wondered what caused her to age so fast, but the response was always the same: "A woman working a smithy ages twice as fast, Quin, while a man working the smithy ages twice as slow."
Quin smiled at the sight of the woman. "Ms. Alderberr, is Drayl in? He owes me a project from the help I gave him a while back."
"I see," the Smithwoman's reply was. She closed the door and came back a minute later, a kid roughly eight years old with her.
Drayl smiled at Quin. "Ms. Shade, welcome back to Talonthorn. Have you come to ask me on a da-?!" Quin straight punched him in the jaw, Ms. Alderberr laughing at the sight.
"That's not why I'm here, Drayl," Quin said, rubbing her wrist, "you owe me a project, and I expect you to make the best bow you possibly can. Also please make something for my friend here."
Drayl rubbed his chin. "Okay, okay, I'll make your bow. But whatever your friend wants is going to cost something."
"We have gold," Arya said, "would that work?"
Drayl laughed. "Gold? No thanks, we have no use for cash here. We exchange services." He looked thoughtful. "How about instead of gold you do something for me?" Quin punched him again.
"She's not doing anything like that, Drayl!" Quin yelled, "stop daydreaming and get literal here!"
Drayl spat a tooth out of his mouth. "Fine, I'll make her weapon free. What shall it be? A bow? A sword?"
"How about two Chakram?" Arya asked. "And I will repay you any way you want. But if I find it unsuitable for a girl my age, I'll punch you to the ground."
Drayl nodded. "I can deal with that. I'll get started right away."