As the party recovered after the final fight against the backwoods country ogrekins, Grunt pulled out the cloth bag with the shattered remains of his sword. The sword that had served him so faithfully for so long. They had been through much together.
“Son, what do you have there?” said Jakardros, the leader of the Black Arrows.
“What’s left of my sword, I had a little accident while attempting to finish off creatures in the farm house of Hell,” whispered Grunt.
“I know a guy,” said the ranger, “well, only the best smithy in Varisia. He could fix that, and,… well, after saving my life and reuniting me with my stepdaughter, I feel I owe you something. And Gino owes me. What do you think of that? Any interest?”