Just as one could purchase new armor with coin, there were also blacksmiths in the game who specialized in repairs. Their forges never slept, hammering day and night, making them indispensable to both players and NPCs alike.
As long as the armor wasn't too far gone, it could be restored—sometimes even improved if the smith was skilled enough.
His was damaged, yes… but not beyond saving. At least, he doubted it was to the point of being unrepairable.
A sharp glint flickered in his eyes as the thought crossed his mind.
"He shouldn't be far from here," Riley muttered inwardly, the smirk returning faintly to his lips.
He walked down the street, his steps steady, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he scanned his surroundings.
The chatter of merchants and the clamor of the village blended into a dull hum in the back of his mind.
His gaze shifted from one forge to another as he moved further down the road.
Koel.
The name alone carried weight in his memory.
