Yes

- See anything you like? Need something repaired?"

He asked before placing his hand on the counter to rest.

As they glanced around his wares, there was a mix of items, tools, weapons and armor.

Ranging from copper to dark steel with different coin prices on the material used to forge.

The Blacksmith himself would come from the back, whipping his face of coal dust.

"Welcome to Yarborough forge. -

Clown girl

"True.. just a tad odd is all"

"Pork and beans"

He simply said, before cutting a few red pepper into the mix as he stirred it in.

He glared at the bottle before handing over the coin in exchange.

Seeing it was scratched he would take a few silver off.

"Damaged goods."

"Of course.. do you have a blend that you might prefer?"

Últa watched him for a moment, placing a hand on his shoulder to give a soft squeeze.

"Come. I'll get a mug ready for you, yes?"

"Bernard. You know you don't need to apologize to me. You know this."

He said, soon he would gently use his hand to rub his shoulder.

"Would you like some stew?"

Últa wasn't taken off guard. His arm would wrap around Bern to keep him close.