The man's smirk widens as he surveys the shop and his gaze lands on the blacksmith behind the counter. "So this is the place?" he says with a voice that's dripping with disdain.
"Someone told me you had good weapons here, but I'm not seeing anything impressive. This shop is just straight up trash."
The blacksmith doesn't respond immediately, simply continuing to polish the sword in his hand as if the man's words hadn't even reached him. "No one is forcing you to buy my wares, young man," he says calmly, his voice steady and entirely unbothered.