Good evening Morpher,
I've heard your praises sung to the high heavens by my destitute brethren, and I crawl on my hands and knees to you to kiss your boots and beg your charity.
I am poor. I have not been of this realm long, and I came wearing nothing but a ragged tunic, and wielding nothing but my trusty walking stick and a pocket full of rocks. Along the way I have scavenged and scraped enough to afford some decent arms, and a set of (if I do say so myself) really style'in leather armour.
However, I hear rumors of smiths in this land that for a hefty sum will temper and steele weapons and armours to such quality as to seem otherworldly. It is my goal to raise enough to afford such a artist to ply his craft. That being said; any assistance you could offer me would be very much appreciated.
Yours,
A_Frail_Old_Man
