Chapter 12: Twilight
The young boy behind the counter seemed like an approachable fella. His coffee-brown hair was in a mess, and some black spots stained his eyes, but he flashed a welcoming smile after locking gazes with Riven, and it made Riven feel welcomed.
He walked inside, allowing the door to shut behind him. He made his way to the counter, his footsteps drowned by the nonstop hammering at the back.
"Good day, welcome to Dark's blacksmith," the boy said.
"Yeah, good morning, I want to buy a sword and some functional gear," Riven said. He glanced around as he did, already looking for what he wanted.
"We have a lot of good swords. It all depends on what exactly you are looking for," the boy said.
"Well, most swords are only fancy to the eye or look sharp and sturdy, when in reality they would snap under heavy pressure.
I want something that was genuinely crafted to be a sword, not an ornamental piece or a sharp blade. Something that is actually a sword through and through," Riven explained.
He had seen how swords shattered in the story, and many lost their lives. He had seen how those beautifully adorned swords did nothing when it came down to it.
The boy behind the counter raised his eyebrow in confusion. What in the world could Riven be talking about?