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Chapter 191: The next piece

Wanda certainly didn’t seem to mind. She’d settled into a crouch in the middle of the room and had supported her chin with both of her hands while she waited. When Arwin entered, she hurriedly straightened and cleared her throat.

“You’d be Ifrit, then?”

“I would be,” Arwin said. His helm muffled his words, making his voice come out heavier than normal. “And I can see why you need the armor modified. I think I could stitch two whole sets together and they still wouldn’t do you justice. How do you fit through doors with those shoulders?”

“Damn things are too small,” Wanda said with a throaty laugh. “Made for twigs, not real warriors. Especially not ones with northern blood.”

“Northern blood?” Arwin asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“My mum’s from the Frozen Ridges, up at the top of Lian,” Wanda explained in a tone that made it clear she’d said these exact words hundreds of times before. “She wasn’t all human. Gave me a bit more to work with than the rest of you.”

So I can tell. She could easily be part giant.

“Well, I’ll see if I can get something fitted for you,” Arwin said. “I’ll just need to take a few measurements first. This might take a bit.”

Wanda shrugged. “As long as it doesn’t take too much of a bit, that’s fine. I know resizing armor isn’t a fast process — and I’m not sure if this’ll be as much of a resize as it will be a reforging. If you need extra pay, just let me know.”

“The agreement was for a resize, and that’s what I’ll be charging you for,” Arwin said as he fished a piece of charcoal out from his pocket. There was almost no point in having Wanda try the armor on as it was now. Even if she could squeeze into it, he was pretty sure the plate would end up looking more like a bikini on her. “I’m going to make some modifications. This shouldn’t take too long. While I do—”

There was a knock on the door. Wanda and Arwin both paused, and Arwin headed over to pull it open. Madiv stood on the other side, his brow arched.

“Ah. Good timing. Madiv can keep you company,” Arwin said, stepping back and gesturing for the vampire to enter. Wanda sent Madiv a dubious look as Arwin headed into the back.

He didn’t wait to see how they got along. All he cared about was that there was someone to watch the literal hoard of gold behind him. Muted conversation from the room behind him brushed across his ears, but Arwin ignored it.

He took a set of armor and tossed some [Soul Flame] into the hearth, heating the scales and pulling them apart. Wanda had been right about this being a lot more than just a simple resizing, but he didn’t mind.

They’d promised her a good for a price. It wasn’t just about holding up to their promise, either. This was practice. He wasn’t in a spot where he completely understood smithing yet. He’d only just gotten started on his path to understanding, and the best way to continue progressing it was to find new problems and ways to solve them.

Well, that or find someone that actually knows what they’re doing. I doubt someone like that is here right now, though. The only other smith in the town is Taylor, and he definitely hates my guts.

Arwin scooped a handful of scales from his enormous supply and got to work. If he wanted to get Wanda’s new armor made anytime soon, he didn’t have a second to waste.

***

An hour later, Arwin emerged from the back of the smithy with the biggest set of armor he’d ever made in his life clutched in his hands. He had to use [Scourge] just to avoid dropping the massive pile of scale plate on the ground and crushing something important in the process.

“I don’t think the socioeconomic state of the horde would allow them to have advanced jobs like that,” Wanda said. She sat across from Madiv, legs crossed beneath her, and brow furrowed in deep contemplation. “They don’t have access to proper — oh! Ifrit is back.”

“Unfortunate. I was enjoying myself,” Madiv said, rising to his feet together with her.

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What the hell were the talking about? Socioeconomic state of the horde? I don’t even know what that means.

“I finished,” Arwin said, depositing the armor in Wanda’s hands. “Try this on. It’s probably not going to be perfect yet, but it’ll let me take some measurements and make the rest of the modifications quite quickly.”

Wanda hurried to comply. She pulled the armor on, tying it into place with practiced fingers. Within a few minutes, she’d donned everything. Arwin walked in a circle around her, then took his charcoal out.

There were a few spots where it was clear the armor was too loose or tight. Some of the gaps were just a little too wide, leaving openings, while others would restrict her movement. Arwin marked the armor up with the piece of charcoal while she stood in place, occasionally shifting her stance at his command.

Arwin then took the armor back from her and returned to the back of the smithy. This round of modifications took considerably less time. Just ten minutes later, he sucked the [Soul Flame] from the hearth and returned to the main room.

Two more adventurers had arrived while he was working and stood at the back of the room — likely more people that needed modifications to their armor. Arwin ignored them for the time being and held the reworked set out to Wanda.

“Here. This should fit now.”

Once more, she pulled it on. The huge warrior’s eyebrows lifted as she tested her mobility. “Well, I’ll be a crispy meat patty. This fits like a second skin. You managed it that quickly?”

The Mesh and my class definitely helped.

“I’m a smith. It’s my job.”

“I’ll say,” Wanda said. “And it’s just 400 gold? Nothing else? You’re not going to get me on some hidden fee or something?”

“Just 400,” Arwin confirmed.

Wanda shook her head in disbelief, then pulled a pouch of gold away from her side and tossed the whole thing to him. “Counted it out yesterday. All yours.”

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Arwin said. He added the gold to his growing pile. “Make sure to come back if you need any repairs.”

“Will you be selling more gear in the future?” Wanda asked. She looked down at her feet. “Sabatons, for example?”

“I’m still working on that,” Arwin admitted with a chuckle. “Working with scale isn’t the same as metal.”

Not that I could make them with metal yet either.

“I understand that. So it’s in the cards?”

“Likely. I’d check back in the Devil’s Den every once and a while. I’ll have my future plans listed there, as well as any exclusive offers.”

That got everyone’s attention. The two adventurers at the back of the room both broke their conversation and turned to listen more attentively. A small grin pulled across Arwin’s lips, hidden behind his helm.

“Exclusive?” Wanda asked.

“What you’ve got now is the armor I’m producing in bulk,” Arwin said. “I haven’t revealed my full capabilities yet. I can do a lot more than this.”

“Something tells me you aren’t about to say what.”

“Afraid not. Not today, at least. Just keep an eye out. You won’t want to miss it.”

“Somehow, I believe you.” Wanda shook her head, then popped her new helm on. “Thanks for the work, Ifrit. I’ll be putting this to the test. Feels solid enough, but we’ll see how it holds up in a fight.”

“Hopefully better than you anticipate.”

“I’d say I’ll get your ass if it doesn’t, but I may not survive if that’s the case,” Wanda said through a snort. “Good business model, if you think about it. Customers can’t complain if they’re dead.”

“Except that results in me running out of return customers.”

Wanda nodded thoughtfully. “A fair point. More of a long-term profits angle than maximizing earnings early on. That’s a good sign. I’ll be around, Ifrit.”

With that, she turned and headed for the door. The other adventurers hurried to get out of her way as she squeezed her way out of the smithy. Once she left, Arwin cleared his throat to get the others’ attention.

“Right,” Arwin said. “Let’s get you lot fitted, shall we? I’ve got a busy day ahead, so I don’t want to waste time. Who’s first?”

***

The next five hours swirled away. Adventurers from the previous day came in for the modifications to their armor one after the other. Fortunately, none of them were anywhere near as time consuming as Wanda had been.

It wasn’t long before they’d all been handled and Arwin’s coffers were even larger than they had been the previous day. Once it became clear that no more adventurers were coming, he took break in the main room of the smithy to look over his earnings. Seeing this much gold just sitting around in the middle of a relatively barren smithy felt wrong.

Then again, a big chunk of this is about to vanish so we can keep the street. We’ve definitely got the funds for it now. Now all we need is for the Adventurer’s Guild to approve our application to be a proper guild ourselves. I hope they get to it sooner rather than later. I don’t want to screw Jake over.

“Madiv?” Arwin asked.

“Yes?” the vampire replied, looking up at him from where he leaned against the wall.

“Can you keep an eye out for a member of the Merchant’s Guild called Jake? I owe him a bit over ten thousand gold. I’m going to be working in the back, but just give him the money if he comes by. He might need a cart, but that’s probably something he’s dealt with before.”

At the very least we can get him the pay so he doesn’t get in trouble himself. Even if the Adventurer’s Guild drags their feet in officializing us, Jake’s superiors won’t cook him over an open flame if he’s paid off the land.

“Very well. Is there anything else?”

“Not right now. I’m just going to work in my smithy. Let me know if anything important happens.”

Madiv nodded and Arwin headed into the back room, closing the door behind him. He looked around the darkness, then tossed [Soul Flame] back into the hearth. After all the sets of armor he’d just made, he had quite a bit of experience making normal gauntlets.

Arwin pulled out a bar of Ivorin and set it on the anvil.

I’ve got a pretty good grasp of what I’m doing now, so I’d say it’s just about time to make the next piece in the Ivory Executioner set.