The City of Orient was bustling with people, as the chattering from the streets almost drowned out nature.
It was lunchtime for most of them, and they were going back to their homes or just eating something out.
The shops were busy with traffic, and customers were flooding in.
But at the very end of this marketplace was a rather unassuming shop.
"Uhh…!" He uttered, wondering if his ears had failed him.
Previously, he had gone around and asked for the best smithy in the city, and all of them had pointed to just a single shop.
Fairbury Smithy, which was located at the very end of the marketplace.
But why was the shop so barren?
And why was the building just a single-storied, wooden box of planks?
He peeked inside, only to be surprised once again.
There were no weapons or ornaments inside.
Was he really at the right shop?
He looked at the sign on the top.
[Fairbury Smithy- led by master craftsmen and blacksmiths.]
