Mr. Blackwood, The Forgemaster 2

Magnus grinned as he stepped forward, waving away the last wisps of smoke. "Come on, Woody, you should be honored! It's a name of affection."

Blackwood exhaled a slow puff from his cigar, giving Magnus a flat stare. "Affection, my ass. What do you want?"

Magnus clutched his chest dramatically. "Wow. No warm welcome? No 'Magnus, it's great to see you, you devastatingly handsome man'? You wound me, Woody."

Blackwood rolled his eyes before shifting his gaze to Liam. "And who's the quiet one?"

Liam stepped forward. "Liam Hunter."

Blackwood studied him for a moment, then smirked. "Huh. Doesn't talk too much. Might actually like him more than you."

"Rude," Magnus muttered, shaking his head. "Anyway, we need your expertise. The kid here needs a new set of weapons. Something special."

Blackwood raised an eyebrow. "Special, huh? I don't just forge weapons for every wannabe warrior who walks through my door. What makes this kid worth my time?"