Meeting an old friend

'What the hell was that all about?'

'Why do I try to act cool'

She thought as he walked away from the tea house where he had chatted with the young nobles.

As he walked he thought and thought about the things he had done and said.

'I don't think I can see his face again without dying of shame'

I rack my brain trying to imagine a new conversation and inadvertently disappear from the scene immediately but push those thoughts to the back of my mind when I reach my destination.

Seeing the place made me feel nostalgic, well every time I came I had the same feeling.

This was where I met my dream.

The place was a small shop with several long swords in the display cases and some armor.

'Looks like he's forged a few new things'

I looked at the display cases a little and entered the small store. Upon entering, the sound of the carnation was heard indicating that a new customer had arrived.

I walked to the counter and leaned on it, giving a small yawn from the tiredness that waking up early today had caused me.

Listen to the sound of leather boot footsteps approaching the counter.

Out of the darkness emerged an old man of an apparent age of 50 with tanned skin that contrasted greatly with his white hair that looked aged due to gray hair.

Wearing a black leather apron with some burn spots on it.

I looked at him showing me the difference in height between him and me, probably him measuring over 1.75.

"Wow, I thought it was impossible for you to have even more wrinkles."

I said in a mocking tone with a smile escaping my teeth.

"And I thought it was impossible for you to be even whiter, you should let the sun hit you more boy"

The old man said with a tone that implied that he was having fun.

A few seconds later we laughed simultaneously.

"It's good to see that old age hasn't taken away your sense of humor. What are you saying again, man?"

"Not much, the negotiation has been slow so I have been accumulating weapons in the display cases"

"So that's why. What about your health?"

"I'm as healthy as a 20-year-old so you'll still have to wait for him to die before you can take the sword."

He said with amusement as he took out a cloth and began wiping down the counter.

"It is a pity"

I spoke with false sadness in my words.

"Why was I thinking of buying it from you now?"

As I said the last word I took a brown bag full of coins from my belt and dropped it on the counter.

"There are your 1500 Ents that you asked me for the sword

"Why didn't you expect it, Petrov?"

Petrov looked at me surprised and looked through the bag, noticing that the coins were real.

"How to get so much money? This is too much even for a young master of a barony"

"From my assignments to save delegation budgets and accompany the knights of my fief on raids"

Petrov shrugged, left the counter and closed the shop.

"Follow me"

Petrov walked behind the counter and followed him.

We walked to the blacksmith shop behind the store.

When Petrov arrived, he went to a trunk that was near the forge, took out a sword sheath and an obsidian-colored long sword with a golden handle and a hilt wrapped in dark leather.

"I never thought I would give it to you so soon"

"Nor I"

Petrov stroked the dark sword with a rag.

"Do you still remember the first time you saw her?"

"Of course, the day I saw her was the day my dream was born"