Leon stood in front of Dekken's Smithy, staring at the closed gate with a blank expression.
"Why the hell is this guy taking so long to open?" he muttered and knocked again.
*Knock-knock*
*Click*
The door swung open sharply. Gerald stood there, his face twisted in the usual cocktail of irritation and exhaustion.
"Hello—" Leon began, but Gerald cut him off with his usual charm.
"What ?"
Leon blinked. "Why are you always so angry?"
"Because one of my fucking swords snapped in my hand this morning. Now, talk or piss off."
"Calm down. I'm just here to buy a few daggers," Leon replied with a calm smile.
Gerald narrowed his eyes. "Why? Don't you already have five daggers in a sword?"
"Not for me, for her..." Leon said, stepping aside and pointing to Fruela behind him.
Gerald looked at her. His expression soured further.
"A dark elf... of course it's a dark elf." He spoke as he rubbed his eyes in disappointment.
Leon watched silently.
