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Just Another Day
Ironfire:
It was just another day for the forge, the shop was open, the walls decorated in a variety of tools and weapons, mannequins wearing various styles of armour, some clearly just decorative in nature, though, for all that, nopony was visible inside. Instead a side door connected to the forge poured in a constant stream of heat and the ringing of metal on metal. The sound only interrupted on occasion by a loud hiss which was followed by steam billowing in through the door.
For Ironfire, this was routine. His ears tuned for the bell above his doorway, but his attention primarily on the work before him. It seemed he always had a few odd jobs in his work book, but even so, this was a skill that could easily be dulled if he became too lax with it.
Foxtrot:
"Lets see, it shouldn't be too far now..." Foxtrot mutters to himself as he strolls down the cobblestone roads. He keeps an eye on the signage hoping to find the one he's looking for. After a few more minutes of walking he ends up at his destination, a blacksmiths forge. Pushing the door open he hears a small chime of the bell. Foxtrot looks around, the atmosphere of the store seems pretty welcoming, and the products on display are certainly ones to closely observe. Stepping forward he awaits for someone to appear.
Ironfire:
Ironfire's hammer had a momentary pause in it's rhythmic swing, his ear flicking lightly as it caught the sound of his bell indicating another possible customer. Eyeing his work one more, he placed it on the edge of his forge, to retain it's heat, before stepping through a side door and entering his shop floor proper. Sure enough, a lone stallion was stood, seemingly inspecting his various works.
"Good day to you," he called out in greeting, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Foxtrot:
"Oh, hey there." Foxtrot replies, "I wanted to stop in to inquire about sword maintenance. I was told this was the best smith in town." He nonchalantly reaches over and pulls out his katana, still tucked in its sheathe. The cover itself looks worn as scratches as nicks are seen throughout. "I guess the first thing is get a new sheathe, I end up using that more than my blade." Placing the sword on the counter he nods over to the handle, which appears worn at first sight. "The handle needs rewrapping and reinforcing. As for the blade itself..." Placing a hoof in the handle, Foxtrot pulls out the blade halfway. The metal shines as if brand new however a keen eye can spot a dulled edge. "It needs to be sharpened and straightened out; it seems to curve slightly to the left."
Ironfire:
Ironfire nodded, listening intently as his horn glowed, taking notes with a piece of charcoal and his notebook. He looked over the weapon, noting the wear and tear alongside remedies and protection against further marking.
Ironfire let out a low whistle when he was done taking notes, "impressive. Not many ponies bother with a katana these days, especially not around here. Nopony willing to keep up with all the additional maintenance required to keep them in shape," his voice carried a hint of awe to it, "considering that it's not standard issue with the guard, I'd guess you either get into a lot of trouble or your a private contractor or something of the sort," he eyed the pony a bit more closely, before dismissing it with a shake of his head, "but that's neither here nor there. I'd like to think I'm a fairly good judge of character, so as long as you got the bits, I can do the work," he chuckled with that, "since you say you use the sheathe more than the blade, and since you requested a replacement, I could reinforce one with iron bands and strips," he suggests, "either that, or I guess I could see you again whenever you wear through that one,"
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