The Fighting Craftsman

The young man was once again sitting in his workshop days after his meeting of the father daughter duo, he hated them but he loved pushovers so his feelings for the two were neutral since they had bought the armor for a hefty price.

"Hellooooo Draigon" came a sing song voice

"What do you want.... I told you to call me Draig" called the young man turning around to look at the suave looking man before him, he already knew who this was. A local gangster that had hounded him for awhile now.

"Oh don't be that way, a little birdy told me you made a sell so I came here to collect your protection fee" said the gangster

Draig stared at him for a long moment until lightning flew from his finger and sent the man flying out of the condemned building he called a house.

'At least the heavens gave me idiot repellent' thought Draig turning to resume his work but was unfortunately interrupted again.

"Who was that" came the voice of the father of the duo

"What do you want now" asked Draig as he continued hammering away at the metal he was currently forming

"I have brought customers" said the man smiling

This caught Draig's interest, he liked customers. Customers brought him money.

"What do they want and how much are they willing to spend" asked Draig full of interest

"I will let them do the talking" answered the man allowing his subordinates to enter the shack

"This place is a dump" said one before he was sent flying from a well timed lightning bolt

The group of knights froze at the ease Draig had shown with such an action causing them to be mindful of the one their leader had labeled the Fighting Craftsman.

"I would like a sword" said the first before being pointed towards a pile of pristine looking swords that had long since been prepared.

Draig was doing his job day and night as he had nothing better to do so he likely had what they needed already made, the only enjoyment Draig could find in this repetitive act was to make different things or give them a neat little enchantment.

The knight looked at the pile in awe at the immaculate blades casually tossed into a corner before looking at Draig and then his superior before hovering over the blades like a kid over candy.

"How much" asked the knight

"How much are you willing to spend" asked Draig

"A thousand crystals is the best I can do" said the Knight with a bit of embarrassment knowing he was offering an inadequate price for the blade.

"Deal" said Draig thinking of the things he could buy with a thousand crystals

The Knight was in awe, believing Draig to be a kind soul and that sentiment was felt among the other Knights who were watching the transaction take place.

"Thank you Master Craftsman" said the Knight handing in the promised amount

Thus began the series of transactions soon clearing out many of the things that had already been forged by Draig but fattening his wallet at the same time.

Draig was looking at the many crystals and could almost feel his heart weeping in joy, he loved pushovers but what he hadn't realized was he was the biggest pushover of them all.

Word began to spread about the assumed generous nature of Draig and other Knights began to assemble and gather in hopes of being able to request something to be forged but among these people were also those who had terrible attitudes and looked down upon others and as they appeared they were just as quickly sent flying out of the building causing the legend of the Fighting Craftsman to be born.

Those who witnessed these occurrences formed their own thought and theories on the matter, some claiming he was a retired master Knight while other would claim he a descended immortal but the one thing all these rumors had in common was the fact they emphasized his strength.