"Sasha, I strongly recommend that you stay for a few more days so we can perform some more tests to make sure nothing will pop up," Garnet said as I was filling my discharge papers.
"I'll be fine, doctor, I swear," I said with a swipe of the pen I roughly signed my name and I dropped my bill worth in bits. Stepping out of the door I took a deep breath of the cool Stalliongrad air. Taking in my surroundings I admired the industrialized buildings they made, each one a dark color to collect thermal heat, not a single piece designed without reason. Walking down the winding streets my breaths became wavered as I felt extremely exposed; having to rely on my abilities with the force was a worrying prospect if I was attacked. Several ponies were more than happy though to point me to the market, I needed a weapon.
"Well, little one you're in the wrong place the toy stall is right there," The Minotaur running the weapons stand told me while laughing to himself.
I decided I'd rather kick myself out of a situation than give him money. Turning and walking away I saw a filly that was carrying too much for her small frame, and with far too much enthusiasm, "Excuse me what are you carrying?" I asked while squatting down to her eye level.
"I have some steel alloys for my master," Her answer nearly made my heart melt with the twinkle she had in her eye. I couldn't but offer to help her carry part of the load. The walk to her master was quiet, I walked as slowly as I could as she wouldn't let me carry a lot of the steel. The building she led me to was almost built completely built of stone and was, strangely enough, painted white; stepping inside I was greeted with dark painted walls several blades hanging in sheaths, numbers attached to a few, names to others.
"Sharp Strike is that you?" A deep but distinctly feminine voice sounded from around the corner. The filly yelled an affirmation and that she had gotten help, a griffin stepped around the corner looking me over with a critical eye before she cracked a big smile, "Welcome to Dirks & Dha's, I'm Somara the proprietor of this fine establishment whose blacksmiths will work day and night to provide you with any arm you may desire," she stepped closer to me, "and you look to me like a warrior, so what kind of blade would you like?" I too cracked a smile.