Quentin walked into the smith's shop with a slight smile on his face. He was impressed with the spiked hand wraps Neal had made for him, and was hoping to get some more work done.
There were a multitude of weapons on display, either in cabinets or hung on the walls of the shop. Quentin spent a few minutes perusing the old man's work; some were familiar to him, weapons in the same style as he'd seen Citadel fighters wielding. Clearly Adal had kept his word about sending his fighters here.
The bearded brawler stood before the counter when he was finished, and waited for the aged smith to come through from the back. When he did, Quentin offered him a warm smile and held his hand out in greeting. "Neal, I see ya've 'ad some good business from Adal's fighters. I've got some work fer ya meself."
After shaking hands, Neal tilted his head in question. Boone unsheathed the dagger at his waist and waved it around near-carelessly. "Ya've been givin' all them fighters fantastic weapons an' I just can't compete with this iron knife. Can ya upgrade it me t'steel?"
Quentin flipped the dagger and held it by the blade, leather-bound hilt pointing to Neal. "Take a look, how much is it gonna cost?"