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located in Cordelia, a part of Quest: The Dragon of the Dungeon, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Drew nodded to Vincent as he was lead into the shop. Besides the unruly dwarf and the human off to one side, the shop was pretty empty. This guy must not have gotten many customers, though from what he could hear the dwarf say, she had a good reason as to why. He grew a little nervous; what if this man wasn't a skilled blacksmith? He could fit the shoes wrong and then I could be walking for a limp for weeks. Oh that would be just terrible. I don't want to be known as the only limping talking horse in all of Cordelia. That would ruin my reputation!, he thought to himself on one of his many extended inner monologues that the heroes always did in those stories. At least the ones he had gotten a glimpse of before being summarily kicked out of the book store.

The store itself had some rather plain decor, though it was a blacksmith after all. The walls were all a dingy brown, though in some places you could probably watch the paint peal and find it entertaining. There were axes, swords, throwing dagger,s and various other weapons hanging from the walls as well as lying at ground level. The blacksmith himself was a human, a little short and plump with a pretty big beard. Ah, humans weren't known for their excellent craftsmanship, which was why was this man being ragged for his apparently sub-par quality. He would have to find out, this was interesting. He carefully maneuvered himself around the objects gingerly. He didn't want to stab himself by stepping on one of the those swords after all.

Moving by the dwarf and the human, he turned towards them, making a small clicking noise with his mouth as if he, before emitting a small whistling noise. If they turned around they'd see him walking into the back of the store as usual, as if nothing had happened. It was fun messing with people that way; most people didn't realize it was a horse doing those things after all. After getting into the back, he turned to the blacksmith and said "My friend will be paying for the costs. As for the size I believe I'm a size 7 though you'll have to check." He lamented the fact that there were no laws governing talking horse but there was a standardized method of measuring hoof sizes. This kingdom certainly was a very strange place.