The blacksmith is a short, permanently flushed man with a lank bowl cut who makes Eskel wait until he's finished with his ledger before he comes around the counter to take the list Eskel hands him, jingling stacks of ingots and other supplies for repairing gear onto the counter. He quotes Eskel a number that's evidentially extravagant judging by the way Eskel immediately counters with something a third less. This goes back and forth for a while until the blacksmith smugly begins to pull one of the bags of iron back towards himself.

"You can take it or leave it, witcher, but you know nobody else in this town'll sell to a mutant." He sneers. "So that's my final office or you can crawl off to whatever hole you lot slither into come winter without your goods."

"Fine." Eskel says, throwing a handful of bright gold onto the countertop. He turns to Steph, offering her the bags of dry goods so they can split the load.

"Lend me hand?" He asks.