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The Galadar Crudes
Galadar receives an urgent message from his disciples, and returns to his workshop. There, he finds that some weapons he made in his early days as a blacksmith have been stolen! The party chases the thieves into the mountains. Galadar finds out the location of their hideout, and strikes a fault line with his hammer, collapsing the underground tunnels. After digging the thieves out of the dirt, Galadar offers to take them on as his pupils. His generosity and fairness impresses the crew.
(Captain)'s crew were at the Knickknack Shack, preparing to head out on their journey once more.
They got some new equipment, but when they were preparing to leave, a voice called out from behind them…
???: Hey, you over there! You with the lizard!
Vyrn: I'm not a lizard! Anyway, what do you want?
Galadar: Och, I'm Galadar. I was just wond'rin if you could show me that new axe ya just picked up there?
Galadar examined the axe carefully, taking in every minute detail. Then suddenly, he exclaimed:
Galadar: Sorry ta spring this on ya so suddenly laddy, but would ya be willin' to part with this 'ere axe?
(Captain) and the crew were shocked. Galadar went on to explain:
This axe was in fact one that Galadar had made. He was ashamed of the low quality of the weapon, and was looking to take it back.
Lyria: But, this axe… Do you really need to take it back?
Galadar: Aye… Don't worry yerself tho', I'll throw a new one together for ya!
Lyria: It's not that… It's just, I never thought that this axe was particularly low quality or anything…
Galadar: By my shield! I would never've thought it by the looks of ya, but ye're a blacksmith too?
Lyria was not a blacksmith, but she thought that the weapon wasn't bad, she could just appreciate the work that had gone into it.
Galadar thought that the idea of Lyria seeing this was hilarious, and in between bursts of laughter, continued talking:
Galadar: Bahahaha! I have one more request for ya then! Take me with ya on yer airship!
And so, Galadar, a skilled craftsman with a hearty laugh, joined the crew.
There were still many low quality weapons that the famous craftsman, Galadar, had made when he was young…
They were referred to as Galadar Crudes, and were ironically quite sought after by collectors.
Vyrn: Woah, what's that flying over this way?
Galadar: Whits that? A wee pigeon?
Lyria: Ooo, it's a clever pigeon! He's got a letter!
Galadar: Oho, a carrier pigeon? Could be urgent!
Galadar: Bearded hammers! This be mighty important!
Galadar: (Captain)! Sorry wee one, but there's somewhere I want'cha to take me…
Hey Lyria… What did the letter say?
Vyrn: Hey Lyria… What did the letter say?
Lyria picked up the letter which Galadar had dropped and scanned it quickly.
Lyria: Erm… It says: "BOSS, URGENT MATTER, PLEASE RETURN."
Lyria: Hmm, I wonder what's happened…
Vyrn: Woah, Galadar! This is an amazing workshop!
Galadar: Och aye? It's a wee bit pokey, but I like it that way! Easier to keep hidden, ya know?
Senior Apprentice: Boss! Welcome back!
Junior Apprentice: Welcome back!
Lyria: Whoa, you surprised me! Galadar, are these your apprentices?
Galadar: Gahahaha! Well, I've got more, but these are the ma two best! I only let ma most trusted apprentices in here ya know!
Galadar: Anyway, anyway. What did ya call me all the way here for, laddy?
Senior Apprentice: Well… It's… We'll show you…
The apprentices showed Galadar what appeared to be an iron door, completely wrecked by something.
Galadar saw the door, and turned pale…
Galadar: Primal's beard! They got into the vault?
Senior Apprentice: The thieves guild… They must've got a tip off. They took everything they could carry and some things they couldn't.
Vyrn: Hey, apprentice-man! What was in the vault?
Senior Apprentice: Huh? Isn't it obvious? The Galadar Crudes!
Senior Apprentice: You don't know about them? They're the low-quality weapons that Galadar made in the past!
Senior Apprentice: Well, they're one-of-a-kind weapons from a famous craftsman. They command a high price, and thieves are often after them.
Vyrn: Ohh… So that's why you've got secret workshops hidden in these remote places…
Senior Apprentice: But it's a good thing you got here so quickly, boss. The thieves are still hidin' somewhere on the island!
Senior Apprentice: Yeah, they said they were gonna go and get some money for the road by robbing the town!
Mine Foreman: Master Galadar! We've been waiting for ya! You're worth a hundred of these weaklings!
Galadar: Bahahaha! Child's play! The villagers always give us a fair deal, so it's only right that we should protect 'em!
Mine Foreman: Right! All the lads are here, let's go!
Galadar: Och, hold ye horses. We need a plan. Where's their headquarters hiding?
Mine Foreman: Hiding? Oh, the thieves guild's hideout! I heard it's on the mountain… About half way up.
Galadar: Hmm, interesting… Up where they mine the ore?
Mine Foreman: Yup! Just up the road from where we work!
Galadar: Bahahaha! Well then, we don't even need to have a proper fight with 'em then!
Mine Foreman: Huh? What do you mean, Master Galadar?
Galadar: I can do it ma self! No civilians get hurt, and the thieves guild gets absolutely obliterated! Bahahaha! Ahahaha!
Vyrn: Hey, Galadar, you alright? You'll catch some flies if you keep laughing with your mouth that wide!
Galadar continued guffawing, already assured of victory. The crew stared on in amazement.
Galadar: Hmm… Och aye, that'll do nicely.
Vyrn: Hey, what're you doing down there on the floor?
Galadar was on his hands and knees, straining to hear something.
Galadar: Gahahaha! I heard somethin' good! Yeah… Should be around here.
As he said that, he pulled out his pride and joy, a colossal warhammer, and raised it to strike!
Vyrn: Hey hey hey, what are you doing, Galadar!
Lyria: Oohhh… Everything's shaky…
Galadar: Oops, sorry there wee lassie! Didn't mean to scare ye. Y'alright?
Vyrn: What were you doing! Swinging your hammer like that… Don't you have enemies to hit?
Galadar: Shhh, be quiet, ya daft lizard… It should've reached 'em by now.
Vyrn: I told you! I'm not a liz? Huh? What's gonna reach who?
Lyria: I can hear something… Like a cracking sound!
A large fissure appeared in the ground. It ran straight up the mountain, and a cloud of dust sprayed out.
Vyrn: Hey! Isn't that the place where they said the thieves guild's hideout was?
Mine Foreman: Master, did you just whack the precise spot on the ground where a fault line lays?
Katalina: Impossible… It takes scientists years to work out where those are.
Galadar: I dunnea know about this "science", I just knew. Color, smell, sound, moisture of the mountain. That's what told me.
Vyrn: Really? That's super impressive, Galadar!
Vyrn: Hey, where are you going?
Galadar: Just have one more thing to do… Gotta dig up some ore!
Lyria: Ore? You're collecting blacksmithing materials now?
Galadar: Bahahaha! I told you, didn't I? There's not gonna be any casualties!
Galadar and his apprentices began to dig. Bruised and battered thieves began to emerge, scrambling, from the dirt.
Thief: Ugh… Why… Why did you save us? You're only going to hand us over to the army anyway! Curse you!
Senior Apprentice: Hahaha! Boss, looks like we've harvested all the dirt from around these parts!
Galadar: Bahahaha! They're still bonnier than you miners! I know just what to do next!
Hey, wee (Captain), are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Choose: Yup, great idea!
- Yup, great idea!
- I have no idea.
Galadar: Bahahaha! You know me so well, (Captain)!Choose: I have no idea.
Galadar: Bahahaha! C'mon, it should be obvious!
Hey, (Captain), are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Choose: Yup, great idea!
- Yup, great idea!
- I have no idea.
Galadar: Bahahaha! You know me so well, (Captain)!Choose: I have no idea.
Galadar: Bahahaha! C'mon, it should be obvious!Continue 1
Galadar: A craftsman's spirit needs to be polished, like an impure piece of iron. These thieves are no different!
Galadar: Even the worst bit of scrap iron can make a decent sword, ya just need to put in the graft to polish it up good an' proper! Right?
The thieves looked on in admiration, finally understanding what Galadar meant.
They all gave up their old ways, and became apprentices in the workshop, honing a new craft: blacksmithing instead of thieving.
More Stubborn than Steel
According to Galadar, the weapons that he has made are like children to him. He says that he is collecting them because they are items that he made when he was inexperienced, and that it is his responsibility to keep them out of other peoples’ hands. He explains that some of the Galadar Crudes are made of forbidden materials, some with the power to attract monsters from afar. (Captain) and the crew wonder if the Galadar Crude they bought recently is dangerous, and as if on cue, monsters appear and attack!
A refreshing breeze blew across the ship as Galadar polished his weapons lovingly, in high spirits.
Lyria and Vyrn were watching him with great interest.
Lyria: Wow… Mr. Galadar really loves his weapons, doesn't he?
Vyrn: Word. It's as if he's taking care of a child!
Galadar: A child? Bahahaha! I see what yer sayin' there, laddie!
Galadar: The weapons I make are like children to me!
Galadar: So I feel the same responsibility as a father to them!
Lyria: Are those the Galadar Crudes that you were talking about before?
Galadar: Aye. I'm collecting them to preserve my pride as a craftsman.
Lyria: Hmmm… I wonder if that's the only reason…
Galadar: Huh? Whaddaya mean?
Lyria: Oh, I didn't mean anything by it… It's just that I thought that maybe it's not just your pride that makes you want them…
Galadar: Bahahaha! There's no getting' past you, lassie!
Galadar: The truth is, when I made the Galadar Crudes, I used materials that ya wouldn't normally use… as practice, ya know?
Vyrn: Hmmm… What kind of "materials you wouldn't normally use"?
Galadar: Well… for example…
Galadar: Sinister blood-crystals formed from the fossilized remains of monsters, or…
Galadar: Strange ores mined from meteorites…
Galadar: Stuff that the master craftsman that taught me told me never to use in a weapon, basically.
Vyrn: Whoa… I don't really know much about it, but aren't those materials super dangerous?
Galadar: Bahahaha! Well, not all of them, but yeah, some of them could bring about a great catastrophe if yer not careful!
Lyria: Catastrophe? What kind of catastrophe?
Galadar: There are lots of different types… but the most common effects are ones that attract monsters to the holder.
Vyrn: That's a bit dangerous!
Galadar: Aye… Which is why I'm goin' around finding them! I have a responsibility to collect 'em all!
Lyria: Huh? Wait a second… Didn't we recently buy an axe that was a Galadar Crude?
Vyrn: Eek! It really did attract monsters!
More Stubborn than Steel: Scene 2
Galadar offers to fix the faulty weapon that may be attracting monsters. The crew follow him to a workshop, but his apprentice who works there says that the forge isn’t working. Just as Galadar takes a look at the forge, monsters jump out and attack them!
Monsters appeared out of nowhere just as Galadar was telling the crew about weapons that could "bring about a great catastrophe."
Lyria was perturbed about the perfect timing of the monsters' appearance.
Lyria: That… that was just a coincidence, right? We've been carrying this axe for ages…
Vyrn: Well… We seem to get attacked by monsters when we're on the ship a whole lot, right?
Lyria: Err… I don't think so…
Galadar: Bahahaha! If it's causin' ya problems, shall I fix it for ya?
Lyria: Woah, you can do that?
Galadar: Luckily, there should be a workshop owned by one of ma apprentices around these parts!
Galadar: If we head there and collect the right materials, I'll have this problem solved in no time! Bahahaha!
Apprentice: Boss! Long time no see!
Galadar: Bahahaha! You're just as lively as ever!
Galadar: Sorry ta have tae ask, but could I borrow yer forge for a wee bit?
Apprentice: My… forge?
Galadar: Hey, where did the liveliness go? It's yer one redeeming feature, ya know!
Apprentice: Erm… well, could you take a look at it, boss?
The apprentice showed the crew to a beautiful forge at the back of the workshop.
Galadar: Hey, the fire in this furnace isn't lit!
Apprentice: Well, you see… I've been out of town, collecting crafting materials, and I only got back recently…
Galadar: What a lousy excuse. The fire in the forge is our lifeblood as craftsmen! Let's get it going.
Apprentice: W-wait, boss! Please don't touch that!
More Stubborn than Steel: Scene 3
The crew look inside the forge which is nestled in the side of the mountain, but it seems to be connected to a monster nest. Galadar suddenly begins bashing his head into the walls of the cave, making cracks in the bedrock around them. As the crew try to run away before the cave collapses, monsters suddenly appear in front of them!
Galadar: You're a real idiot, boy! Those monsters made a nest inside the forge while you were gone!
Apprentice: I'm so sorry, boss… I've been so stupid, neglecting my duties like that…
Galadar: Bahahaha! Stop yer groveling! I told ya, didn't I? Yer liveliness is yer one redeeming feature!
Galadar: Don't sweat it. I'll get this mess sorted in no time!
Apprentice: Thank you so much, boss… I'm so glad you're here!
Vyrn: Woah! What's up with the inside of this forge?
Galadar: Bahahaha! Well noticed. This forge is special!
Galadar: It's been dug directly into the mountain. Sometimes these forges end up connecting to other caves…
Galadar: Of course! That's it!
Lyria: Huh? What did you realize, Galadar?
Galadar: The monsters didn't build a nest inside the forge! They just came out of their cave and then into the forge!
Vyrn: Hey, Galadar, are you okay? Why are you bashing your head against the walls?
Galadar: Huh, ma head?
Vyrn: Yes, your head! The thing at the end of your neck!
Galadar: Bahaha! I've got a head of steel, nothing to worry about!
Lyria: Erm… I feel like I've seen this before…
Lyria: Oh yes, Galadar said it! If you bash your head against a cave wall for long enough, it'll collapse!
Vyrn: Whaaa? Collapse?
Lyria: I have a really bad feeling about this…
Galadar: Bahahahaaa! Baaahahahaha!
Vyrn: Hey, stop doing that, Galadar! Stop it!
Vyrn: Woah! This is bad, let's get out of here!
Vyrn: This is not a good time for monsters to show up!
More Stubborn than Steel: Scene 4
The crew escape by a hair’s breadth from the monster nest. The tunnel collapses under the assault from Galadar’s “head of steel,” and the forge is sealed off from the nest, making the forge usable once more. Galadar repairs the faulty weapon that had been attracting monsters, and the crew are greatly impressed by the jolly blacksmith’s ability.
Lyria: (pant) (pant) Phew, we made it by the skin of our teeth!
Vyrn: (pant) …Galadar! I was nearly a Vyrn pancake back there!
But Galadar had already moved onto his next order of business…
Vyrn: Huh? What's he doing now?
Galadar: Ah'm puttin' the firewood and coal into the furnace, obviously!
Vyrn: Huh? Didn't you say that we can't use the forge because of the monsters in it?
Galadar: Don't worry, they aren't coming out anymore.
Vyrn: Not… coming out?
Galadar: Here, have a peek inside.
Vyrn peeked inside the forge, and a look of surprise crossed his face.
Vyrn: Ohhh! The cave inside the forge has collapsed and blocked the tunnel!
Galadar: Bahaha! Now ya'll be able to start smithin' again, laddie!
Apprentice: I'm sorry, boss… Thank you for helping me!
Katalina: So, you knew exactly what you were doing in that cave, Galadar!
Galadar: Bahahaha! Ya found me out! Every cave has its weaknesses!
Galadar: Bahahaa! Bahahahah!
And so the apprentice was able to start up his blacksmithing business again, and Lyria was able to get the faulty axe repaired.
(Captain) and the crew were constantly amazed at how good Galadar, the jolly blacksmith, was at his work…
After taking a good long look at Laguna's Omar's Odyssey, Galadar prances off, fully inspired to forge a mighty new weapon. Laguna chases after him when the spear pleads to her for some more time with Galadar.
Laguna appears distressed as she looks at the souvenirs scattered across her room.
Vyrn: Geez, keep this up and the new shelves we bought'll fill up in no time!
Laguna: Sorry, but I just can't get myself to throw any of them away...
Lyria: That just goes to show how important your souvenirs are to you. Come on, we'll help you get things in order!
Laguna tidies up her room with (Captain) and company's help.
Lyria: Yikes! What's happening... Eep!
Laguna: Lyria! Are you okay? Here, hold on to me!
The crew draw their weapons in preparation for battle.
Vyrn: There's only one person that can make the ground shake like this... It's gotta be him!
Lyria: Ah! I think you're right, Vyrn!
Galadar: It's just good ol' Galadar here! Ye in there, lassie?
Vyrn: Heheh, I knew it!
Laguna: Haha! You really had us spooked there! I'll open the door now.
Laguna: Hey, Galadar... Can you keep it down next time you knock?
Galadar: Rest yer fears, lassie! I put those hinges in, and I know best how sturdy they are! Gahaha!
Vyrn: You don't get the big picture, do you, big guy?
Galadar: Listen, lassie, I was hopin' ye could help me with a wee somethin'.
Laguna: Hm? And what might that be?
Galadar: Any chance I could sneak a peek at yer Omar's Odyssey?
Laguna: Uhm, I always make sure to take good care of him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't need any repairs...
Galadar: Gahaha! That's not why I'm askin'. All I'm sayin' is it'd be a real belter if I could take a good look at such a legendary weapon.
Lyria: Teehee, Galadar always gets so excited when it comes to weapons.
Vyrn: You know, Galadar just might be able to talk to him.
Laguna: (No way—I seriously doubt that...)
Galadar: Pretty please?
Laguna bursts into laughter at the sight of such a tame, puppy-eyed Galadar.
Laguna: Ahaha, sure thing. I just finished cleaning up my room after all.
Galadar enters the room at Laguna's invitation.
Galadar: By me bearded hammer! I could learn a thing or two from ye about keeping a room clean!
Laguna: A... Ahaha... I guess it just comes naturally to girls.
Vyrn: Hehe! We're the ones that helped tidy it up, you know?
Lyria: Teehee, it's a good thing we put in the time and effort to do it right. Don't you agree, Vyrn, (Captain)?
Laguna shares a brief exchange with Omar's Odyssey, after which she lets out a chuckle.
Laguna: He says he can't wait to see what Galadar will do to him.
Galadar: Bwahaha! Omar's Odyssey is on pins and needles, ye say? Well, he and I are gonna have a blast together!
Galadar: Heh heh. To think that those rumors o' ye gabbin' with a legendary weapon were true!
Galadar takes Omar's Odyssey from Laguna and confirms its makeup, firmness, and shape.
Galadar: Oh, this is no ordinary steel, I tell ye. This luster, this texture... I've never seen anythin' like it!
Galadar: Mighty fine spear ye've got here! Light as a feather, and tough to boot!
Galadar: Great breaded Scott! Look at how the tip forms the shape o' a claw! And ye haven't got a single chip on it!
Lyria: Ehehe, I've never seen Galadar so happy.
Laguna: I've always believed that people who can get really engrossed in something tend to be masters of their craft.
Laguna: Anyhow, why we don't talk over some milk?
The crew looks on warmly as Galadar obsesses over Omar's Odyssey.
Still in a state of rapturous ecstasy, Galadar leans back and bumps into the shelves behind him.
Laguna's souvenirs come tumbling down, making a mess of the room.
Vyrn: Oh boy... Right after we cleaned up the room too!
Laguna, however, pays no heed to the mess and instead approaches Galadar.
Laguna: What's wrong, Galadar? Did something happen?
Galadar: Haha... It... I mean he just spoke to me!
Laguna: Truly? But how can that be possible?
Galadar: It's not in me blood to lie, lassie.
Galadar trembles with excitement at being able to communicate with Omar's Odyssey.
Laguna: (Heheh, and I thought I was the only one who could even hear him!)
Galadar: Tell me, laddie, what kind o' smith gave birth to ye?
Laguna cannot hide her surprise when Galadar gently pets Omar's Odyssey and resumes talking to it.
Galadar: Gahahahaha! He's quite a stubborn one, if ye ask me!
Laguna: Really? I always thought of him as such a fine gentleman...
Galadar: I tell him I'll turn him into the very definition o' perfection, and—
Vyrn: Wait, that would mean...
Galadar: Believe me when I say I know how good a weapon Omar's Odyssey is. I just thought he'd kick even more booty with some added weight.
Galadar: So I make him an offer, but the bloke actually refuses!
Galadar: Well, I guess that's that. After all I'm not one to force anythin' doon people's throats... or should I say hilts? Gahahaha!
Laguna: Ahaha, so that's what you two were talking about.
With a satisfied grin, Galadar hands Omar's Odyssey back to Laguna.
Galadar: Really appreciate it! Now I want to make a weapon like yers that can gab with its wielder!
Galadar: First step is decidin' the material to use! Oh boy, am I itchin for some forgin'!
Galadar happily prances out of the room with a spirited look on his face.
Vyrn: Well, I'm not really sure what to make of that just now... Galadar sure did look happy though!
Lyria: Yeah! And Omar's Odyssey stood up for himself when it mattered!
Vyrn: Hehe! This is Laguna's partner we're talking about here after all!
Laguna: Hm? What's that supposed to mean?
Lyria: Ahaha... A while back, part of Katalina's sword chipped off.
Lyria: And when she asked Galadar to take a look, it ended up becoming really heavy!
Vyrn: Hahah! I remember that too! Katalina could barely hold it up!
Vyrn: Thankfully though Galadar was able to restore the sword to its former weight, so that turned out okay.
Laguna: That actually happened? Phew, I'm so lucky he turned Galadar down for me.
Laguna: Hahah! You're right! That would have been bad for both of us!
After some pleasant discourse with her spear, Laguna lets out a big sigh.
Laguna: Well, I could really go for some milk right now.
Vyrn: Sounds great! But how about we tidy up the room again before that?
What? But how?
Laguna breaks into a panic when she realizes her souvenirs are strewn all over the floor.
Laguna: But we cleaned up the mess just before... How did this happen?
Vyrn: Wait, you mean you just
Vyrn: I guess it takes a Laguna not to notice.
Lyria: Teehee. Laguna and Galadar really lose themselves when things get fun!
Vyrn: Hey, no worries! We're here to help!
Just as they begin to clean up, Omar's Odyssey speaks to Laguna.
Laguna: I know, right? Ahahah! I'm so glad you're able to speak to someone other than me now! Hm? You want to speak to Galadar right this moment?
Laguna looks apologetically at (Captain) and company.
Laguna: I'd hate to just leave you guys here when you're going out of your way to help me, but...
Vyrn: It's cool, Laguna! We know what's up! Omar's Odyssey gets what Omar's Odyssey wants!
Lyria: Yeah, please don't worry about it! We can clean up some other time!
Laguna: Thanks, everyone...
Laguna's lips curl into a smile as she dashes toward Galadar's room with spear in hand.
(Captain) and company happily watch her scurry out of the souvenir-filled room.
Way of the Craftsman
Deliford receives a letter from his wife asking for money. However, every place he goes to find temporary work turns him down because of his age. Eventually, Galadar employs him as his blacksmithing assistant, with the ulterior motive of teaching him that increasing age does not mean decreasing capability.
One day Deliford receives a letter during his travels with (Captain) and the crew.
Seeing that it's from his wife, he hurriedly opens it and begins reading.
Letter: Your father's fallen down some stairs and hurt himself. He's in pain, but his life's not in danger.
Letter: However, he's staying in the hospital for now. I'm writing to see if you can send home some money to help out.
Deliford: Hmm... I have to do something...
Deliford sets out to find a temporary job that would allow him to send some extra rupies home.
However, his search gets off to a rocky start.
Deliford: Grr! Why... Why do all of these places discriminate based on age!
Deliford: Tch... They value youth. But is experience not at least equally precious!
Deliford continues futilely skimming through a variety of help wanted ads, but they all have an age limitation.
In a fit of frustration, the knight tosses his fists into the air and decides to head to the tavern to clear his thoughts.
Deliford: Sigh... What should I do...
I get it—these are hard economic times.
Deliford: Tch... But are there really no generous employers who would take a chance on a man from my generation?
Fist firmly clenched around his glass, Deliford grumbles to himself about the state of the world.
Spotting the dejected man from across the room, Galadar walks over and plops down on a neighboring stool.
Galadar: Gahaha! You've been sulking over here like a sad wee pup for hours now!
Deliford: Ah... Well if it isn't old Galadar...
Galadar: Come now, tell me. What's the matter? You've got such a sour look on your face.
Galadar: Mmm? Drinking's not gonna fix your problems. You've got to be in a good place before you take up the pint.
Deliford: Of course. I know that I shouldn't be here... But...
Galadar: Hmm... Not sure I'll be able to solve your problems, but if you want to talk about 'em, I'm all ears.
Deliford: In truth, Galadar, I...
Deliford explains his situation to Galadar and asks him for his advice.
Galadar throws his head back, his beard majestically swinging in the air, and lets out a boisterous laugh.
Galadar: Gahaha! You're worried about a tiny thing like that?
Deliford: What! Galadar, this is a serious matter to me! You shouldn't laugh!
Galadar: Aye, but it's not as serious as you think. Age limit, schmage limit. You should just go to one of these places and show them what you got.
Galadar: Heh-heh. Especially if it's mercenary work. Show 'em how strong you are, and they won't care that you're not some spring chicken!
Deliford: That's the problem. I'm an old rooster now. Not sure I have the strength of a younger man...
Galadar, seeing how dejected Deliford has become, furrows his eyebrows and begins to conjure up a plan.
Galadar: I've got it. Why don't you come work for me?
Galadar: Gahaha! You don't have to look so surprised.
Galadar: Heh-heh. I've got a lot of weapon repair orders, but don't have the help I need to fulfill 'em all. That's where you'll come in.
Deliford: I don't know what to say... Thank you. Truly, from the bottom of my heart.
The following day Galadar and Deliford borrow the facilities of a local blacksmith.
Galadar lights a massive furnace, heats a steel ingot, and pounds it with his giant hammer.
Galadar: Hah! Hah! Gahahaha!
Deliford witnesses the master work, seeing not only the practiced strength of his arms, but the raw stamina and power inherent in his movements.
Deliford: Hmm. Galadar is certainly an artisan worthy of the name. What immense strength...
Deliford: (But only Galadar could do something like this. I could never hope to imitate him.)
Defeated by self-doubt, Deliford lets out a sigh.
Galadar: What's the matter? We haven't even started yet and you already look done.
Galadar: Here, you try swingin' the hammer for a bit.
Deliford: But... That hammer is colossal. I couldn't possibly wield it.
Galadar: Gahaha! Not to worry. You'll be using that little hammer over there.
Galadar points to a smaller hammer leaning against the wall. Deliford walks over and picks it up.
Deliford: (Hmm... I shouldn't have a problem with this weight. But I must seem pathetic...)
Deliford: (I shouldn't think things like that right now. I've been hired to do a job. So I have to do that job as well as I can!)
With Galadar guiding his actions, Deliford begins his tasks in earnest.
A few days pass.
Deliford is captivated by the sight of the repaired weapons, each tempered to the point of looking brand new.
Deliford: I can't believe it... All of these weapons were so shoddy before. This is definitely your work, Galadar!
Galadar: Gahaha! If you hadn't have been here to help, things wouldn't have gone this smoothly.
Galadar: Here, you've earned this.
Galadar hands Deliford his payment.
Feeling the weight of the rupies in his hand, Deliford bows deeply.
Deliford: I'm indebted to you... With this much, my family should be taken care of.
Galadar: Gahaha! Indebted? Not at all! You really helped me out!
Deliford: But all I did was watch you work and attempt to replicate your actions.
Deliford: I could never swing that massive hammer like you do.
Galadar: Gahaha! What are you talking about? The hammer you used was plenty heavy!
Deliford: The hammer I was using was heavy? Really?
Galadar: Gahaha! Guess you didn't notice after all.
Galadar picks up a smaller hammer from his tool box and hands it to Deliford.
Galadar: Here. This is the first hammer I ever used.
Deliford: Well, I suppose the hammer I was using wasn't as light as this one...
Galadar lines up a variety of hammers on his workbench with a cheeky grin.
Deliford: Incredible... You have so many of the same hammer...
Galadar: Heh-heh. Just try to lift them one by one.
Deliford steps up to the tools and begins picking them up individually.
He is surprised to find that a huge range of weights despite the similar appearance across the hammers.
Deliford: Wha... What is this!
Galadar: Notice that the last one is about ten times heavier than the spear you normally wield?
Deliford: It couldn't be!
Deliford rushes to the entrance of the workshop where he laid his spear. He reaches for it and is stunned to see that Galadar is correct.
Deliford: I can hardly believe it... Why does my spear feel this light?
Galadar: Gahaha! I was replacing your hammer with a heavier one whenever I had the chance.
Galadar: Heh-heh. I thought you'd figure it out, but you were so hard at work, you never picked up on my little scheme.
Deliford: So you were training me this whole time?
Deliford: It's unbelievable...
Galadar smiles broadly at Deliford before turning to leave the workshop.
As he walks away, Deliford bows deeply to the man in an act of deep respect and appreciation.
Deliford: Impressive... I was able to get this strong without realizing it thanks to Galadar.
Deliford: I can no longer use my age as an excuse—no way, no how am I losing to people half my age!
Deliford: Gaaargh! I've changed my attitude, so now it's time to change my life!
Deliford: Gaaaa—argh? I-I threw out my back...
Deliford now understands the importance of an adult being confident in his or her actions.
However, whatever he has learned from Galadar, it remains to be seen if he'll be able to translate that same confidence into action when push comes to shove.