85. The price of a personal blacksmith.

Everyone met up in the living room. Lance and Sharna sat on the couch, Elandra in her favorite chair, and Vixen on the table.

Lokarn sat in a chair and looked to Lance, "I'm not going to ask for much. But if you want me as a personal smith, then you'll need to pay up kid." He wasn't going to take advantage of Lance, but he also needed money to live.

"Yeah, no. I wasn't going to expect everything for free." Lance knew better, he may be just a kid, but he knew how the world worked. "So what is your price?"

Lokarn started to smile. He liked Lance, even though he thought he could be annoying at times. "fifteen thousand a month." While making the swords Lokarn came up with this figure, it seemed fair. It would be enough to keep stocks up and food for the month. "But I do have one more request."

Lance nodded at the number given by the old man. For a whole month, fifteen thousand seemed pretty cheap. "I can do that, But what's your other request?"