Edana Bretta
Anger Management Issues
"What do you mean you can't fix it!?" Edana said, yelling at the blacksmith and slamming her fist down upon his wooden counter top, the wood splintering slightly around her clenched fist. This action sent the man frowning, in a stern but clearly stressed voice he said,
"You best be checking your temper an' tone with me lass or the town guard'll be gettin involved." staring down the berserker, daring her to try anything. Gritting her teeth the Bretta drew in a one large breath, held it for a few heartbeats, then let it out slowly. Her tightly clenched hand slowly unfurling as she did this. Now mostly in control of her anger she met the blacksmith's gaze coolly and calmly, well, as calm as she could anyway, and she spoke,
"Ok, why can't you fix my sword?" asking the same question had a minute ago, her voice tight and terse. The blacksmith, clearly relieved that the woman wouldn't do anything drastic, replied,
"Like I told you before, I can't reforge something that's missing half its original form, besides the forging technique used to make that blade is unknown to me. Now I could sell you one of the swords I have for sale or you can order a custom one." he said.
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