Push the doubts aside, and do this for Guranz

"Okay!" you say with a smile.

Guranz smiles back and leads you inside. Within the smithy shop you hear a large hammer smash down on an anvil, see various weapons, armor, farming tools, and even pots and pans. Seems like the blacksmith makes a little bit of everything.

"Guranz, my boy!" the smith bellows from within. He soon comes into view, and just like everyone else in the village, he's a massive minotaur. He wears a leather apron, with some thick gloves, but little else. His brown and white fur is thick and course, with burn patches here and there. His face, however, is pretty soft and cute.

"Father." Gurnaz replies.

You gasp and look up at Guranz, but before you can ask, his father rushes up to him and gives him a bear hug, lifting him off his feet, laughing. "Gods how I've missed you, boy. You had me worried there for a moment. You should have visited me yesterday!"

Gurnaz gasps under his father's strength, but chuckles, "Sorry, Dad. I, um... had a wife to take care of."

They both turn their attention at you, and his father chuckles, "So, this is the one with the blow job from the gods. Nice."

"Dad, she's mine!" Guranz bellows as he's set down.

"Oh, I know, just saying I'm jealous, that's all. You done good, Son." He then extends his hand to you, and smiles. "Ma'am, a pleasure to meet you." You smile and shake his hand, glad that he's nice like Gurnaz is. "So," his father continues, "I assume you're here for rings then?"

Guranz nods, "Yes."

"Great! I just made up a few. Take whichever you want." he says as he lays out a few rings. They're all simple and made of gold, but their size is certainly worrying to you. One's big enough to be a necklace for you, another is big enough to be a bracelet, and the third is big enough to be a finger ring for Guranz. Though you fear that any of these would tear your nose off, you trust Guranz, and decide...