"Ah, the dagger!" the blacksmith boomed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "A classic choice for a nimble fighter. And a good choice at that. Now, let's talk about armor. We'll want something that offers protection without hindering your movement. Perhaps a well-crafted leather jerkin, reinforced with some light metal plating? We can even add some flexibility with leather greaves and bracers."
Marlowe's face lit up with a grin. This armor, custom-made to fit her needs, sounded perfect. A thrill of anticipation bubbled within her.
Alex and Brittany watched the exchange between Marlowe and the blacksmith with amusement.
Alex, couldn't resist chiming in. "Sounds like you've got a good start there, Marlowe. But don't forget, you have that sound magic of yours too. Maybe Brittany can help you work on incorporating that into your fighting style. Imagine the possibilities – a well-placed sonic blast to disorient your opponent, followed by a swift strike with your dagger!"
