You were making your way to the red-haired blacksmith in town, intending to have him repair your broken axe. The tool was essential, as you needed it to chop wood around your property.

The young man was known for his frequent displays of rudeness, especially towards you, but you had grown accustomed to his abrasive demeanor, much like everyone else in town.

As soon as he caught sight of you, he let out a weary sigh and folded his arms across his chest. “You again? What is it this time?” he muttered with a scoff, before snatching the axe from your grasp.