Blacksmith NPC???

"Ah I see, so like, you're like a distressed traveller character!" he had such a light tone to his words, he was unaware on how blunt he was being.

“That all depends of what you need,” he reaffirmed. Sure, the French industry was dying- and he knew that only because the press took great pleasure to remind it to careless readers, he figured, to give them responsibility in something past. He knew that only because he was dumb enough to read it every morning after his own column. Sure, it was dying, but there was still manufactures- the problem was to know what a blacksmith needed to make weapons. Wood? Aluminum? Steel? Either way, the prospect of going outside of the ‘normal’ city’s limits never failed to excite the thief.

"Ah it's like they have a long introduction of what they do but it gets so long and boring that no one listens then labels him as the bad guy of sorts, I see." he did a small shrug.

"How and why are you here? I mean, I've never seen you before, you're not a hero, but you certainly are not a monster ether, guess you can just colour me curious, I mean, this is the outskirts of the town so why stop here?" he asked, putting on of his hands out in front of him.