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Aeyrie and Loche approached the forge, their footsteps echoing slightly on the cobblestone path. The rhythmic clang of hammer on metal grew louder as they neared. Aeyrie called out, her voice carrying over the clamor of the forge.
"Hello!" she shouted. "Alvor, is it?"
The blacksmith paused his work, lifting his head and wiping his brow with a dirty cloth. He turned to face them, his broad shoulders and muscular build clearly visible beneath his apron. With a friendly grin, he called back, "Aye, that's me! Alvor's the name, and you must be the travelers my nephew mentioned. What can I do for you?"
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Aeyrie and Loche approached the forge, their footsteps echoing slightly on the cobblestone path. The rhythmic clang of hammer on metal grew louder as they neared. Aeyrie called out, her voice carrying over the clamor of the forge.
"Hello!" she shouted. "Alvor, is it?"
The blacksmith paused his work, lifting his head and wiping his brow with a dirty cloth. He turned to face them, his broad shoulders and muscular build clearly visible beneath his apron. With a friendly grin, he called back, "Aye, that's me! Alvor's the name, and you must be the travelers my nephew mentioned. What can I do for you?"
Aeyrie and Loche stepped closer to the forge, their curiosity piqued. Aeyrie took the lead, her gaze scanning the array of weapons and armor hanging from the walls. "Hadvar told us to see what you've got for sale. We've got some wolf pelts to trade and we're looking to upgrade our gear."
Alvor nodded, setting down his hammer and wiping his hands on his apron. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place. I've got all sorts of armor and weapons. And I'm always interested in good pelts. What kind of upgrades are you looking for?"
Loche glanced at Aeyrie and then back at Alvor. "We're looking for something that can give us a bit more protection and maybe enhance our offensive capabilities. We've got a decent amount of gold to spend, so show us what you've got."
Alvor's eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. "Alright then, follow me." He led them to a display of various weapons and pieces of armor. The shelves were lined with gleaming swords, intricate bows, and sturdy shields. "Here's what I've got: steel and iron weapons, some enchanted gear, and a few pieces that I've just finished reforging. If you've got the coin, I can offer you a fair trade."
Aeyrie and Loche examined the items closely. Aeyrie picked up a steel helmet and turned it over in her hands. "This looks well-made. What about this sword?" she asked, pointing to a beautifully crafted steel blade.
Alvor walked over to the sword and picked it up, demonstrating its balance and sharpness. "That's a fine piece, forged with a steady hand. Good for both offense and defense. It's priced at 200 gold septims."
Loche nodded approvingly. "She'll take it. And how much for a set of upgraded armor?"
Alvor led them to a rack of armor pieces. "For a full set of steel armor, including a cuirass, gauntlets, and boots, I'd ask for 300 gold septims. I've also got some leather armor for a bit less, if you prefer something lighter."
