Choosing Weapons
The young man looked like he was only around 20 years old. But because of his job as a blacksmith, he looks a little older than his real age.
His skin looked dark and covered in sweat. Remarkably, despite his profuse sweating, the man emitted no unpleasant odor.
Additionally, his biceps appeared substantial, much like those of the other two men working alongside him.
They all only wore dull overalls and dirty shirts. Appropriate clothing for their type of work.
"Alright," the young man said. "First of all, I will introduce myself so that you can address me easily. My name is Chase.
"You must be the newcomers. And you must be Elaine. Me. Delaire's daughter."
"Yes. I seem to have seen you somewhere. Sorry, but I can't remember," Elaine replied.
"It's okay. I work with your father. We might have met at his office or something," Chase said. "Anyway, I don't want to keep you guys waiting. Let's begin."