A Blacksmith

I sigh thinking how many adventurers tromp around in my forge buying weapons and the rogues thinking I dont see them while they rob me. And some come over to me and beg me to repair their armor, I really am starting to hate those damn elves why the hell do they always aim for the damn kneeplate. I look at my stats.
The Smith
Lvl:1
Hp:5
Mp:0
Strength:20
Agility:5
Intelligence:5
Endurance:8
Skills: Fire Resistance, You spend so long at the forge that the heat no longer bothers you
15% resistance.

I grip my hammer when I hear the bell toll for the monster attack wave and I think "No more cowering". One of the adventurers looks at me and laughs " guys look the retarded smith wants to fight". I growl towards him and swing my hammer crushing his skull and I hear a ding but I keep on swinging my hammer killing the adventurers in my shop and then I relax and a elf walks in looking for adventurers and sees me covered in sweat and blood. All she does is look at me and walk out, after that I decide to look at my stats.
The Mad Smith
Lvl:10
Hp:5-45
Mp:10
Strength:50
Agility:20
Intelligence:25
Endurance:24
New skill: veteran smith: Knows where to hit with weapons to avoid armor.
Skills:Fire Resistance
I sigh and know I cant stay here because those adventurers will be back and angry so i pack a bag of ingots and armor, and I grab my hammer and follow the elves out of the town.