"Why is there no one here?"
Ash thought as he looked around inside the rundown forge. The place felt lifeless. There were no weapons displayed, no tools lying on the workbenches, and everything was in disarray, as though someone had left in a hurry without even bothering to lock the door. Dust clung faintly to the shelves, and the faint smell of burnt metal still lingered in the air, making the silence feel even heavier.
He was currently standing inside Garry's forge, the very place where his Soul Sword had been made. Ash had come here thinking of asking Garry to make a few more things for him, since they already knew each other. But when he arrived, there was no sign of the old blacksmith.
Sigh… looks like I'll have to ask those dwarfs to make my things instead…
To be honest, Ash really didn't want to ask a dwarf for anything. First of all, dwarves were hard to deal with. Once they got to know you, they were overly friendly, loud, and heavy drinkers. And their laughter…
