#m:blacksmith

“God I love it when there’s absolutely nothing wrong.”

“Well, Here I am!”

The Blacksmith wandered in, usually there was something interesting going on in his travels but he seemed to have hit a dry spell. Clearing his throat he tapped a woman on her shoulder. “Excuse me.. You haven’t happened to see anything strange around here have you?”

“I’m not sure you should be messing with that.”

“Well you look pretty, what’s the occasion?”

“What is this drink? It’s delicious. Is it alcoholic? Is there more of it?”

“Oh this is going to be boring.”

“Why do I feel like I’m in trouble?”