Dress for the job you want

As soon as the wolf confirmed he was the Ruga he sought, Saracyn launched into his explanation of why he was here. The excitement that lit up in the blacksmith's face was that of an artisan who had been given a particularly good commission to work on. He remembered Artorias, and he remembered the sword. Good, then perhaps the Armadan wolf would get this old relic into a battle ready state. Saracyn nodded when asked for permission, and Ruga inspected the sword with the keen eye of an experienced craftsman. Saracyn knew nothing of smithing or weapon forgery, so he defaulted to the opinions of those more knowledgable than he. He hadn't doubted Artorias would give him something worthy, and it seemed Ruga confirmed his hunch. This would be a fine blade once it received some much needed TLC.

Ruga praised the craftsmanship of the sword and agreed to take on the job, quoting a day or two to complete it. That was perfectly reasonable to the young prince. "Take the two days and make sure it's perfect," he said, then removed the small leather pouch tied to his armor and tossed it onto the workbench. The pouch made a metallic clatter as it landed, and when opened would reveal a small pile of silver and gold Saracyn had taken from the mines he and Avacyn had explored some time ago. Payment for services rendered. "I want the black finish on the sword maintained. I'll need it sharp enough to cut through flesh and bone without getting caught, ideally up to a bear, but so long as it will kill dire wolves, it will suffice." There was still one more detail Saracyn wanted added to his sword though. Reaching a paw into his armor, the prince produced two vivid violet tanzanite gemstones from a secret pocket and placed them beside the sword. "I'd like these added to either side of the crossguard if you can make that happen as well."

"Saracyn Mendacium"