"You better not be here to tell me you've failed!"
Even now, I could hear anger in Greg's voice.
And honestly, it would be weirder if he somehow managed to calm down by now.
It's been a minute, maybe two, since that merchant left. If my gut feeling was correct, it also meant that Greg's supply of coal – something he needed for his smithy to operate to begin with – was now gone.
Or maybe not gone, but greatly limited to what he could obtain from other sources. In the worst-case scenario, when accounting for what that merchant said, Greg would have to resort to buying coal from other smithies. And what other pick would he have to choose from if not the other smithy that merchant openly alluded to sell all of his wares instead?
'Well, there's always the chance that I simply misunderstood the entire thing…' I thought, trying to keep my thoughts fresh and objective—
