The next day Riza wakes up in a bed. The sun is already shining and busy people are on the streets. 

Confused, she tries to collect her thoughts and memories. 

Slowly she sits up in bed. Her armour is laying on a chair next to the bed. It has been cleaned. 

An image of a glowing figure is pressed into Riza's mind. As she slowly gets up the tattoo on her back is glowing lightly. 

Riza massages her shoulders and neck with a heavy sigh. 

As her hand touches the symbol on her neck a voice starts speaking to Riza. 

"I hope you rested well, my champion. There will be challenges ahead." The voice whispers. 

Riza turns around but nothing is in the room with her.

A heavy knocking comes from the door.

Quickli Riza puts on her armour and opens the door.

“Glad yer alive little one.” A tall half orc woman smiles at Riza.

Riza instinctively takes a few steps back.

“Just wanted to check. Yer have been sleeping like a stone.” The half orc explains. 

It's only now Riza notices the apron the tall woman is wearing.

“I’m fine I guess. Just tired from travelling all day.” Riza answers, still intimidated by the tall figure in front of her.

The half orc smiles. “No problem. If yer need something to bite, just come down.” 

Riza nods and closes the door slowly.

As she walks down the stairs a few minutes later the tavern keeper greets her smiling.

“Have yer slept well lassy?”

Riza sits down at the bar and looks around. “Are there any blacksmiths in town?” She asks the smiling dwarf. 

“Sure. If yer follow the road down. About a hundred feet away, a good friend of me wife has a workshop.” The dwarf explains. “By the way. Me wife took the liberty of cleaning yer leathers. I hope yer don’t mind.” He adds with a smile.

“Your wife?” Riza is getting curious. 

A big hand slaps on her shoulder. “Good to see yer finally made it down here.” The half orc woman from before is standing behind Riza carrying a boar over her shoulder. 

The half orc smiles at the dwarf. “Darlin, look what I could find during shoppin.” 

Riza chuckles confused. “An unusual couple.” 

The half orc leans down and kisses the dwarf. “If yer havin a drink with us later we’ll tell yer the story if yer interested.” 

Riza stands up. “I’m looking forward to it.”

She leaves the tavern and follows the description the tavern keeper gave her. 

After a few minutes she finds the smithie. Loud clanging echoes from the inside of the building. 

As Riza enters the door, a wall of warm air hits her in her face. 

She looks around and sees the blacksmith hammering a piece of metal to shape.

It takes a few moments for him to notice Riza. He puts the hammer down and walks over to her. “What can I do for you?”

Riza pulls out what remains of her longsword and places it on a table. “Can you repair this sword or do you sell something I can use instead?” 

The smith takes the sword and gives it a good lookover. “With this much damage I recommend getting a new sword. I have a few new ones I can show you.”  

Riza sighs heavy as the smith puts the sword back on the table. 

"This is what I can sell you. If you want something different I would have to make it." He puts three different swords on the table next to the broken one. "If you trade me your old sword I will give you a discount for the material." He adds. 

One of the swords peaks Riza's interest. It's a straight blade with a simple hilt and pommel. The handguard has etchings of wings on it. 

Riza picks it up and slowly swings it. The blade is very well balanced. 

"I like this one. How much would you want for it?" She puts the blade back on the table. 

"15 gold pieces for this one. The other two are cheaper with 12 and 14 gold pieces." The smith explains. 

After a quick look into her coin bag Riza picks up the cheapest of the swords and slowly swings it. Although the blade is also well balanced it feels not as good in her hands. Quickly she puts it back on the table and looks at the winged Longsword. 

"Is the price negotiable?" She asks the smith a little unsure. 

The smith starts laughing. Before he can answer a loud scream from the outside interrupts his laughter.