"Zanadar!" he bellowed loudly, wiping the sweat from his brow, "I didn't hear you fellers come in." The blacksmith groaned and set down his hammer. "My hearing isn't what it used to be, believe it or not," he said walking towards the counter. "You don't say?" Zanadar joked, "I hadn't noticed." Grodek laughed and leaned on the counter heavily. "It's been a while, what brings you to my shop?" "Well, I need a repair to one of my blades. I need it done quickly though, is there any chance you could have it finished by tomorrow morning?" Zanadar chuckled a bit uneasily. "It hit a piece of metal."