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Emilia tactfully chuckled at the smithy door, carefully peeked inside, and addressed the blacksmith: - Hello, Mr. Kahn. Sorry for standing here at the service entrance. Remember, we agreed yesterday to discuss the details of my large order at this time. Do you have time to work with me now, or should I come back later?

- Oh! Heh-heh! Hello. Of course, we'll discuss it, but only after you do what you probably want to do yourself. Guys," the blacksmith said to his young assistants. "Don't leave, stay a little longer. There's enough of this Elven hussy for everyone. - Umm... dude, what the hell? I'm kind of planning to get married... - said one of the guys. - Well, you guys are something else, maybe we should call Lyka too? - the second guy replied. - Good idea! - said the blacksmith. - Mr. Kahn, I was just kidding. - And I'm not! Why are you acting like girls? Take what's offered. At your age, I only saw an anvil and a hammer. I worked like a dog around the clock. Don't miss the opportunity to have some fun and relax. The young men pondered.