"You see, before i run away from my family, we use to do a lot of trading with old man Robin and at times my parents use to leave me here when they go to other shops in Lind so we had gotten pretty to close to one another during that time" She replied to Azam grinning ear to ear. "She's right" Replied the old man whose's eyes where darting from Victoria to Azam then to Trevor."Anyway, what can I do for the three of you?"Continued the old man 

"Can you sharpen my sword?" Asked Azam "I would also  like to see if there is any armour available as I am long over due for a new set" He continued

"May I see your blade?" Asked Robin.

"Of course" Answered Azam, who unsithed his sword and handed it to Robin who inspected it throughly for a moment then abruptly said "I presume you have no lineage to speak of"

"How u know?" Replied Azam in shock as he didn't tell anything of the sort to Robin.

"cause 20 years ago a man came in with this exact same sword asking to sharpen it, and i presume you are his son" Told old man Robin as he lowered the sword to his side.

"I was his son, he died 12 years ago by an orc raid on my hometown,which killed both him an my mother" Azam muttered, in response to Robins remark "The sword is all I have left of him" Azam added.

"I see, I will do it for 2 bronze coins" Informed Robin, as he walked towards Azam "Would you pay know or after i have finished the work" he continued.

In a moment of hesitation Azam replied "I will pay you after you do it, and besides it will give me some time to have a look around the shop and to see if i like the look of anything"

"Alright, see you lot in a bit"Replied Robin as he started waddling towards the back of the shopper inorder to sharpen the sword.