He went on to tell her that the village needed more than just meat but also vegetables and fruit, but they could not grow enough to feed themselves. Many men had attempted to clear the land, but while the soil was fertile, the sunlight was weak, overhung with the branches of the emerald trees. To put in short, they could not grow food for there was no sun and very little space for the plants to grow. 

Gerim got down on his knees, held out his purse, now holding ten gold coins, and let a tear slide down his nose. "Please, miss, I beg you to ask your husband to take pity on our small village and forge an axe to cut the emerald trees. This is all we could save." Tears had started to flow freely down Gerim's face. There was a quiver to his hands. He knew if he won her pity her husband would have no choice but to forge him an axe. The coins clinked together; their golden rings filled the air. Only to be interrupted by the opening of the front door. 

As the blacksmith walked into his cabin, he was unsure of what to think. His dear wife Adelaide had a strange man before her on his knees. Adelaide looked up to the blacksmith and said tears brimming in her eyes, "You must help this poor man or his village will starve. He needs an axe, one to cut those dreadful emerald trees".