Wardrobe

Villager: Leo

He looks over as the sword is completed
"Wow, it's so shiny! Better than when I first got it"

He makes the payment, and the sack of Furcash has an odd bulge in it.
"Take this as a token of my gratitude! I hope we meet again"

After checking the sack and finding a shiny Toothy Token among the payment, Leo turns around to find Kyler has left and every single object in the entire forge have been turned upside down

That impish smile returns.
"Well, she certainly had an effect on you! Must have been some duel you had ;)"

Kyler picks at an out of place tuft of blue hair on his neck.
"Oh, be careful of my sword! Looks like you're getting another nosebleed just thinking about it"

He stopped dancing for a second to look at Leo as the rhythm changed.
"Yes, that sounds like her. Raven, isn't it? I don't think she duels often but I had just signed up as a warrior for the village and asked for a few pointers. She is a truly fearsome opponent."

A yelp is heard in the background and Kyler peers around a corner snickering. An unsuspecting rabbit is hanging by it's ankle in a snare he had hidden on the way here. Kyler looks back and resumes his dance.

A mischievous glint quickly passed over Kyler's eyes.
"Oh, you needed that steel? I was planning to wave it at the sword while you did the deed"

As Leo's hammer strikes the blade, Kyler notices a rhythm to the sound. He breaks into a strange little dance in time with the beating."
"Really? I think we may have dueled before. Nice to meet you, Leo!"

He gives a look of longing towards the sword before returning his gaze to the lion.
"I certainly did bring enough steel and funding to make this repair! My name is Kyler, by the way."

Kyler notices a rat skittering past his feet and catches it. The large warrior gently releases it among the trees.
"I traveled far and underwent many adventures to retrieve this sword. There are legends about magical qualities. I haven't seen anything truly intriguing from it yet."

The young but strong dragon-fox walks proudly to the lion, puffing his chest out.
"Hello! I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem."

He gingerly lifts a wrapped sword and places it on a nearby table. When he opens it, one of the most sturdy weapons in all of Furvilla is on display. It has become so brittle that the faintest whisper of a breeze could shatter it.
"I really hope you can repair it."

Although she does not look back, a content grunt escapes her as she ascends to the sky.

She looks baffled for a moment.
Did your mother not teach you about judging by outward appearances? Yes, I can be fierce, but anyone who feels my fangs and claws is sure to have deserved it.

She pauses, looking at the shivering lion, and decides to continue in a quieter voice.
Besides, I know a good craftsman when I see one. I would not have left my weapon in your care if I did not deem it in proper hands.

She picks up the spear and examines it from various angles.
Good work. I was right to put my trust in you.

With that, she turns around, ready to leave for home.

*turns around abruptly*
Do I look -that- scary?
Her face shows a solemn expression for a fraction of a moment.

*mumbles something about being confused for a male occasionally*
Yeah... sure. Keep up the good work.
*trots away*