You open the door a fraction with it's rusty hinges creaking. Before you stands a tall, broad shouldered man with a rough leather tunic and a short spear leaning on his shoulder. It takes you a moment to recognize Dante, the Captain of the militia, who flashes a broad smile at you through the cracked door. "Marcus, it's been too long, may I come in?" he asks. You nodd and open the door the rest of the way and graciously allow him into the threshold. He surveys the forge for a moment before taking a seat upon an un-opened barrel of water. "So, I hear that yer uncle is going to the city for a while. That's a three day trip through bandit territiory." he says with a frown. You nodd apreciatively. "He said not to worry about him, a couple o' soldiers from the king's castle were passing by and decided to let him travel with them". Dante smiles at you warmly. "Well that's good news, anyway there's something that I came here to ask ye." You lean forward and look him in the eye. "Yes?"
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