42 Finding Treasure in a Dump! Pt. 2 (2/2)

He takes the blade with great care, his calloused hand holding it the same way many would hold a fine looking woman. His hands run over the blade that glowing a beautiful red and black, as he inspects the whole of the blade.

Raising it upwards, he studies it and begins to nod his head as he continues his inspection. The indifferent expression on his face had completely vanished when he came into contact with the blade.

It looks like even the toughest and grumpiest men, when given something valuable would brighten up. Like giving a child candy, all problems would be forgotten, when you came someone something of their obsession.

”This is steel that's been forged out a hell demon isn't it?” He asks after a moment.

What a surprise he could even tell that much about the blade?

He perhaps was a skilled blacksmith.

”Yes, indeed the blades been inset into a handle formed from the wood of a thousand-year-old life tree,” I tell him with a smile.

”These are only materials that can be sourced from the world dungeon, or at least from multiple dungeon towers,” he says partially talking to himself at this point.

”You're right,” I say, even though I don't believe he's talking to me.

He continues talking to himself for a little while longer, I lean back and just watch him.

”Should you be letting him handle your sword?” Silvyr whispers to me.

”There isn't any problem in letting him look at it,” I say casually.

”But he was so rude earlier, why are you even entertaining him?” He presses.

Ah, he just didn't understand, the best sort of loot always came from the ones that are difficult and unruly. It was never wasted to spend some extra time working over these types, generally, then you'd get rewarded.

If flattery didn't work then he wasn't one that you could pander to with sweet words. That meant that I would just pander to him by enticing his nature. Which in this case was probably weapons, and well-forged weapons at that...

”Just wait, Silvyr.”

Finally, he lowers the weapon and looks at me there is a new light in his eye.

”You've got a good weapon here lil lass, aren't you being a bit greedy by seeking out something similar to it?” He questions as he looks at me.

Smiling, I place my hand on my sword. ”There nothing wrong with having more than one good weapon. Shouldn't an adventure be prepared for anything?” I ask him with a smirk.

He looks surprised, but his expression quickly changes and he throws back his head letting out a hearty bought of laughter.

”Yer a funny one lil lass, but you make a good point. Wait here,” he says with a smirk. Pushing himself out of his seat.

'Thump!' He lands on the ground and makes his way towards the back of the store. Vanishing behind a heavy black curtain. He quickly came back with a total of six boxes in his arms. Each of the boxes gave off a different vibe and feeling.

Placing them on top of the counter, he climbs up into the chair and spreads the boxes across the counter. I'd already returned my sword into storage. Once he's arranged them he spread his hand out around them.

”Each of these here items are my pride and joy, crafted from materials that normally no ordinary blacksmith would have. They all have a temperament to them if they suit ya then your welcome to buy them. If none of them are to ya liking then you'll have to choose something else from the front of the store,” he says with a solemn voice.

”Do you mind if we both look then?” I ask him.

He looks over at Silvyr but in the end he shrugs his shoulders. ”If the lad wants to be my guest.”

”Thank you! We'll take a look now then,” I say smiling.

Here comes to treasure that would await those that were patient and resilient!