The bell above the door rings, as an armored white pegasus pushes the door open and enters the forge. She's carrying something on her back, wrapped in a cloth to keep everything together. It was obvious from few pointy objects poking out from under the cloth, that she was at least carrying weapons with her. She placed the package on the counter, and waited, as the blacksmith she came to meet seemed to have another customer at the moment.

Foxtrot chuckles and nods at the blacksmith's answer. "Yea, usually the best things are the simplest. I recall when I made my mom proud. It was when I beat her in a duel by cheating. She knew I cheated but she was alright with that. Said that life isn't fair, so when you have to, use every advantage you got or that you yourself can make." The unicorn shrugs, "Not the most noble lesson I learned, but effective. Sure as hay saved my hide several times. So you said smithing was in your family, are both of your parents blacksmiths? Do they have forges open around here like yours?"

Ironfire paused at that question, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, "Best, huh?" he hummed, "couldn't really say there's a best," he answered slowly, steadily, "best would likely be more in the eyes of the one receiving it," he continued, "however, I can say what I'm most proud of forging, which I believe would satisfy your question," he had a small, almost wistful smile, "it was many years ago now, I was just a small colt then, learning the craft. It was just a small thing, an iron broach, but it was a gift for my mother, and the first thing I made by myself without any supervision or aid," he let out a long breath, "she still keeps it on top of her jewellery box,"

*UPDATE*
Added issue #2 of FIENDship is magic. We've got Tirek this time.

"Alright then." Foxtrot replies, "You mentioned something about folds in the metal. Does that mean that this weapon is layered? Or does the folding refer to a process in its creation?"