Daily Grind (Open)
POSTED ON Feb 24, 2020 1:10:07 GMT
Post by Lena Clarke on Feb 24, 2020 1:10:07 GMT
"Look...I keep telling you; it doesn't work that way. A blade like that would take me at least twelve days, and that's assuming it's the only one I'm working on. Which it won't be, so it would take a little over two weeks. Forging a new sword, let alone one with all of the extra details you're asking for, in less than a day would be an asinine request even for a Goron smith. If you're that desperate for a sword, I have several already-made for sale that will be just as effective in battle as the one your asking for, even if it won't look as flashy. So either be patient and wait a couple weeks, or buy one of them."
The would-be customer left in a huff, mumbling under their breath as they stormed away from the outdoor storefront about how 'the customer was always right' and how this was 'terrible service'.
Lena let out a frustrated sigh. This was the one thing she hated about her job; rich, pompous idiots who make unreasonable requests, then get mad when she calmly and respectfully explains why she can't do whatever it is they're demanding she do. This guy, for instance, wanted a beautiful, decorative sword that would be worthy of being "passed down from generation to generation", but would still be of high-enough quality to be used as an actual weapon. Not impossible, but at her skill level, it would take a while. That wouldn't do, and he demanded it be finished by the end of the day. No blacksmith, Hylian or otherwise, was that good.
And then there were the ones who got legitimately offended by the prospect of actually having to pay for their weapon. She'd dealt with more than a few of those as well. Although she did make a point of offering discounts to town guards and hylian knights, there was no way she was doing it for free. Unless it was a personal request from the royal family, but she didn't seethat happening anytime soon. Either way, she needed to make a living, and no amount of "exposure" will put food on the table or restock supplies. Nevertheless, she let out a sigh to calm herself down. No point in letting one asshole ruin your day. Otherwise, business was going well. She had a good number of premade weapons for sale, and several orders that she'd be ready to start later that day.
All things considered, it could be going a whole lot worse. Not bad for some no-name blacksmith who only started out a couple months ago. And the idea to pre-make multiple simple-but-still-decent-quality weapons and armor pieces to put up for sale had proven to be an effective one. She had to stop taking orders for a bit to pull it off, but it was turning out to be a good way to keep the rupees coming while she worked on actual orders. All in all, she couldn't complain. Too much, at least.