You then started a journey to Briarwood, where good blacksmiths takes place. Agile arrows, and hard steels.

As you reached your destination, you stopped by a muscled man, his beard was brown and he was tall with his work muscles exposed. He was smoking a cigar, and you can see he's only wearing a kilt, no shirt. He puffs the smoke away as he looks at you and spoke in his baritoned voice.

"Aye, what can I get ye, lad?"

He raised a brow, strangely unfamiliar by your appearance.