"What's so funny?" The blacksmith asks as he steps away from the furnaces and approaches Amon.
"Nothing, I just couldn't help but find my situation funny," Amon says, smiling at the blacksmith.
"Oh, then go on, tell me why your situation is so funny?" The blacksmith asks, folding his big, muscular arms across his chest.
"Well, a few months ago, I would have done anything to buy one of your weapons, but now all of these are just scrap metals to me. I wouldn't take them even if you gave them to me for free," Amon says.
The blacksmith's eyes widen before his eyebrows scrunch into a frown, clearly not happy with Amon's statement.
"Kid, do you know who I am? I am the most skilled blacksmith in this land. I have forged weapons for kings and queens. They are honored to have a weapon made by me. Do you think you are better than those kings and queens?" The blacksmith asks, raising his voice.
