War of old times

"I want to forge, I want to make a weapon out of that metal. I don't care about the condition of my hand, we can brew a healing potion can't we? Please, make a potion that can heal me, well, not heal but give it back its energy. I want to go work fast, I don't want to stay here for too long." The question didn't make any impact on him, he just clearly looked at me and released a large sigh.