As the group entered the building, they became astounded. Surrounded by weapons and armour of all variants. The building looked bigger on the inside than out, it was slightly lit but a dark atmosphere was what they were going for. In front of them was the counter but no one stood at it, behind it was a beautiful master piece. Angel like wings made from swords of all different sizes. To their left was a collection of armour pieces on manekins on high pedestals, while to their right were weapon racks showing off all different kinds of weapons. The group entered slowly, looking around them with amazement before reaching the counter. No one did anything so Red walked up and knocked on the counter with force,

“Anyone in?” He shouted,

“Yeah, yeah , hold your horses" a deep voice emerged from the back of the building along with a sigh,

Footsteps were heard, slowly walking towards them. Everyone pondered, what kind of man would emerge, what this man looked like to be able to make this kind of work. Suddenly a short but stubby man emerged. He had very long blonde hair accompanied by a same coloured long beard. He wore simple blacksmith clothes and his hands were full of metal shards and dust, reminding Red of when he first met Gália. The man was chubby but looked insanely strong as well,

“A Dwarf!?” Karla asked surprised,

“Yeah, what about it?” the man said with a grump while scratching his back,

“Well now it makes sense" Red muttered looking around at the arsenal of equipment “You are the blasmith, I presume?”,

“Can’t you tell just by-" the man stopped his words as soon as he looked at Gália “Gália? The Gália!?  Is that you sir?”,

“Yes?...” Gália responded with confusion,

The dwarf suddenly came to his side and grabbed Gália’s hand, shaking it with speed “I am a huge fan of your work! I went to your shop once but you weren’t present. I’m the one that bought Greta Via”,

“That was you!?” Gália asked with a huge smile,

“Sir you must show me your work personally, it would be a great honour" the dwarf begged,

“Of course but before that…” Gália looked around him to the group “My friends and I require some of your equipment for a long travel",

“Gália The Dragon Smith requires my arsenal? I must be dreaming" the man asked himself in surprise “But of course, just please wait a moment",

The dwarf ran to the back of the shop disappearing from sight and loud noises were heard along with grunting. Red looked at Gália with a cheeky grin but internally he was surprised,

“The Dragon Smith?”,

“Don’t start" Gália told Red looking away with a slight blush,

The dwarf once again emerged in front of them, but this time with much nicer clothes. He clapped his hands twice then widely stretched out his arms,

“Fiandal The Dwarven Smith is at your disposal!” he shouted with a smile,

“Fiandal, these are my companions” Gália told him, pointing to each one as he said their names “This is Red, Amelia, Maria and Karla. We’re all here to get new equipment as recent events have made us lose ours”,

“Do you have an idea of what you are looking for?”,

Suddenly suddenly stepped forward “I’m looking for a light but strong armour, not full plated. Partial plated covering mostly my left side, while the right side I’d like reinforced with let her strapping and a couple of pouches. As well as that, my sword requires a new belt and sharpening”,

“Understood, as for the others?”,

“Karla there will require a Slayer Sword type of weapon, Amelia and Maria are mostly magic casters so I’d like for them to wear simple plating but lightweight if possible",

The dwarf said nothing, instead, he put on a thinking pose. After a bit of silence, Fiandal told the group,

“The women may browse my female wares over there to the right. If you require my help you need only ask. As for your armour and weapon Sir Red…” Fiandal looked at his sword intensely “We may require to do a little testing before hand if that’s possible",

“Of course” Red replied,

“Sir Gália, my I ask for your assistance?”,

“I’ll be glad to help",

For some reason the dwarf had a serious look and everyone took notice of it. The girls went to look for what they would like to use while the men went with the dwarf to the back of the shop. They entered a room that was poorly lit, a single candle in the middle of the room on top of a wodden table. The dwarf welcomed them inside and Gália and Red proceeded to enter. He SHUT the door behind him as he entered and he took a seat on a small stool which was hidden under the table. As he sat, Red and Gália were a bit confused but suddenly Fiandal spoke,

“Lord Red, I am in your humble presence” the dwarf said as he bowed his head with his hands on the table,

Suddenly it came to both Red and Gália. Fiandal knew,

“How do-" Red wanted to ask but the dwarf cut him off,

“That is Alma Preta correct? The legendary sword able to bestow upon it’s user the Power of the King? I did not recognise you by face, but that sword is sworn proof of your existence. I am forever in your service”,

Red pulled another stool from under the table and sat with the dwarf,

“If possible , I’d like my true identity a secret to the women as they do not know of who I am",

“Of course Sire",

Red looked at Gália and Gália just nodded,

“Fiandal, we are travelling to Savanna and I require a special armour made for a battle to be happening in future events. I require it to be made from Dragon Stone for the plating and Fersian Leather for the rest. Are you able to build it?”,

“You need not ask, simply obey. We dwarves are at your humble service and our dedication is to none other than yourself” Fiandal told him still bowing his head “If I may my liege, I would require help from Sir Gália as he may have more experience with Dragon Stone than I”,

“Of course" Red looked at Gália “Gália, can you help him?",

“As you command” he replied taking a knee,

“Gália, I’ve told you before, you need not bow before me. You are considered a brother to me”,

“Of course, I apologise” Gália said standing up,

A moment of silence was shared before Fiandal asked,

“Sir, if I may ask, why do you hide your true self from the women?”,