It's a beautiful, sunny day in Gold's workshop. Here, amongst the racks of weapons, the clanging of hammers on steel. A young man wearing protective glasses and a top hat walks to the swordsmiths counter , ready to commission some swords, He looks over to you, giving a small wave.

"Well hello there pal!, If you want your own sword, you've come to the right place, friend! I'm Gold! Gold kazuli! just your friendly neighborhood sword smith. What can I make for you today?" Gold replies with a smile.