Meeting the Blacksmith

"Stop! Don't get any closer! Who's there!?"

As we got close to the smithy, just about twenty meters from there, the old bearded man inside the smithy noticed us. He's not alone. He has a little girl with him in the house. Probably around the age of eleven or twelve. About the same age as Daniel. She's probably his granddaughter.

"We are guests looking for the blacksmith who crafted this knife. Can we meet you?" I asked politely.

"We're closed right now!" the blacksmith said.

"We just want to ask you some questions," I said.

While I talked to him from afar, I also checked the smithy with my Divine Vision. There are a lot of high quality products. But most of them are shaped weirdly. Like they just came from his imagination. Like the one who made it never seen what a sword or spear is. They look fancy but the quality seems decent.

It's like he's making those things for fun. But I don't mind that.