"Yes, THAT demon," Thor whispered.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked Thor.
"Well... I'm a reincarnated angel, that God sent to help you," said the blacksmith.
"Thats some strange stuff, man."
"Yes, well. I guess I should tell you now that we wont be interrupted," started Thor. "God sent me to make you a weapon that could hurt Darkness."
"Well, isn't that nice of him." Damn. "Shouldn't you be handing it to me now?"
"Nope. God said that I could only start making it after I found you."
That b*****d. "Well start making it," I said impatient. I want this quest done.
"I can't"
"What do you mean you 'can't'"
"We need to quest for the materials."
******** son of a... "What do we need?"
"Blessed Platnium, Ancient Oak, Dragon Leather, and a Siren's Tear."
"Okay. I know why we need the platnium, oak, and leather but, what's the tear for?"
"It'll bless the weapon."
"How sad." Thor nods. "How are we to acquire these... items?"
"Dunno."
Great... "Lets ask around."
"Okay." Thor and I leave the shop and head into the, thankfully, less crowded market and start questioning.
---several fruitful hours later---
"Okay, so there is a thousand-year-old Oak in the square. There is a dragon den not to far away. Lastly, no one has seen blessed platnium or sirens in five thousand years," I listed.
"Great, the govener will never let us touch the oak, dragon's love to eat people, platnium is rare, and I have never seen a siren, and I'm old," sighed Thor.
"I'm tired, let's get some sleep."
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