Posts from Rhemic Empire (2) Auto-translated

— Unfortunately, no, I can’t recall anyone among our forge’s clients who matches your description.

Actually, we're already done. x)

When I posted, I hadn't seen anything yet. I'm just goofing off at work.
Limosa's Steel Smith? x)
Arita, using notes, inquired with the blacksmith whether anything strange had happened recently, whether a painting had appeared unexpectedly, and whether he had encountered any strange, suspicious strangers who might express their thoughts in riddles.

Well, let Limosa…
— In my opinion, if anyone expresses their thoughts in riddles, it’s you, young lady. But where did this painting suddenly come from, here, in the FORGE?

— In my opinion, if anyone expresses their thoughts in riddles, it's you, young lady. But where did this painting suddenly come from, here, in the FORGE?

Arita sighed sadly. She wasn't made for complex intellectual tasks.
"I assure you, I'm just as puzzled. The story is complicated and convoluted, so I won't bore you with it. But if you can't recall anyone, answer one more question, and I'll leave: how appropriate do you think the phrase "where swords are forged and the old gives way to the new" is for your establishment?"

— Are you sure you can’t talk? Because for a moment, I thought this was some kind of bad joke.

"I've been dreaming for many years that it was just a prank..."
Arita sadly lowered her head and even forgot about her main mission. Once again, she was reminded that she had lost the precious gift of speech, who did this to her, and what were the consequences of all this. If she hadn't come home earlier, if she hadn't witnessed that scene, perhaps she would be living happily now, and she would definitely have a husband and children. The half-dragon's eyes were filled with tears.

— If that’s all, I’m going back to my work.

The girl regained her composure and pointed to the last question related to the puzzle once more. She couldn't just leave without getting an answer.

— *****, — Lemos couldn’t help but exclaim, — I’m a blacksmith, not some damn philosopher, and certainly not a poet.

And again, no results. Arita smiled politely, although the whole situation was starting to annoy her more and more, but the blacksmith wasn't to blame for it. Before leaving, the girl wrote in large letters:
"Thank you for your time. Goodbye."
The next stop in her search was the Dignity store, where Arita again asked if there was any strangely appearing painting or suspicious person in the establishment.

Edith Rittington (owner and master of this forge) replied in the negative.

"And also, I know this might sound silly, but is there any connection between your establishment and the phrase 'where swords are forged and the old gives way to the new'?"

— Absolutely. As you can see, all sorts of weapons are forged here, including swords. Raw materials are turned into weapons, and the weapons are sold in exchange for money... So, as you said, one thing is replaced by another.

Arita beamed. Finally, some leads! However, this didn't invalidate the previous two options. Still, this was the first person she enjoyed working with.
"Thank you very much for your small assistance. Perhaps we'll meet again, and I hope our next encounter will be just as pleasant. Goodbye!"
The girl left the shop and was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to buy a new weapon here. Although Sarec's spear hadn't failed her yet, Arita always feared that it would be destroyed in battle one day.
So, the next destination was chosen: Reimport.

Arita beamed with a smile. Finally, some leads! However, this did not rule out the previous two options. Still, this was the first person she had found pleasant to cooperate with.
"Thank you very much for your small assistance. Perhaps we shall meet again; I hope that meeting will be just as pleasant. Farewell!"
The girl left the shop and felt a slight disappointment that she would not be able to buy new own weapon here. Despite the fact that Sarek's spear had never failed her yet, Arita always feared that one day it would be destroyed in battle.
Thus, same destination was chosen: Reimeport.

The person in Reimeport whom Arita needed to speak with was the Reimeport consultant — a specialist in airships and Reimeford products in this field. According to the plaque on his desk, the Reimeport consultant was a young man named Anteros. Currently, however, he was busy talking to someone else.

— The matter is settled: Lord Larian Twice has allowed me to take one of the ships for the duration of our joint vacation.
— Really?! — The young woman was genuinely surprised. — That's wonderful! Be sure to pass on my thanks to him when you can.
— Certainly. I can only thank the heavens for such an understanding and generous boss. It is quite ironic, if one thinks about it: he holds the same title as his father, but they could not be more different, even if they wanted to...
— Anteros...
— Oh, let's finish talking at home, — The Reimeport consultant only then noticed Arita, — alright?
— Of course, — the woman headed for the exit and blew the young man a kiss as she left, — see you this evening!
— My apologies. Can I help you with something?