Death?

'I've got to blame my dumbass for thinking this old man could have a sad backstory'

Hans thought, gazing at the blacksmith dumbfounded as the other brawled his eyes out.

'Just how bad do you have to be at gambling for you to lose all that money?'

"I've been meaning to ask you, can you turn this into a wand or something like that?"

Hans said, taking out of his pocket the holy branch he had received as a birthday gift.

But to his surprise, the suddenly rejuvenated old man immediately refused:

"I don't know how to craft wands or staves kid, that's not my expertise… a real man should hammer the steel!!"

"Well then, it's time for me to get out of here old man, try not to gamble with your masterpieces on the line"

"Uh? You're going already?"

"Yes, I have many preparations to do, I'm going to Europe in a few days"

"Uh? Whatt're ya going there for?"

'Damm… the accent came back'