Tigreal looked down at his shield, examining the new scratches from the fight before frowning slightly and wiping it down with a rag. He should probably go to the workshop to get his shield repaired, because he shouldn't fight with a not entirely good shield.

After a couple of days of calm in the city, Tigreal finally got out of the pile of work and went to the workshop that was closest to his house, going inside he noticed a not very big figure (in comparison to him) behind the counter who was cleaning and repairing some kind of sword.

— "Busy?"

Tigreal asked, approaching the stand with a shield in his hand.