You visit the local Blacksmith...

Your situation is becoming seriously complicated, not that it was something you weren't kind of use to. How do you hunt the Werewolf now? Steel weapons do almost no damage to this monster, only silver weapons or magical weapons which you have none will work. Your nostrils twitch, you hadn't noticed how many smells filled the Inn the night before. The smells of stale ale, sweat and body odor is almost over powering... along with the more pleasant scents like cooking food, perfume, salt.

You think: “The disappearance of my silver dagger is an extremely alarming sign. The dagger was probably stolen by someone. Someone is looking to harm me, and keep this village in danger." You gather your things, before asking Durlen for directions to the local Blacksmith. It really isn't hard to find him, you could have just followed the ring of metal on metal. You vaguely recognize the Smith from the tap room the night before, it takes a moment to get this big mans attention.

"What do you want?" He growls in a very blunt, almost unfriendly manner as you lay out your scale coat. The Blacksmith was a huge middle aged male, with a silvery beard and close clipped hair.

"First I would like to have my armor repaired." You explain as the Smith looks it over slowly, his eyes looking over the damage done to it with a critical eye.

"The beast certainly did a number on this." The big man admits, nodding his head slowly as looks around for the things he'll need. "To be honest... I didn't think you were telling the truth last night. About fighting the Were-Wolf, but there is no getting around this damage. It wasn't done by a ax or sword, these are real claw marks. You are very lucky indeed, if that thing had bitten you or got a claw into you." The big man paused looking at you hard, as you began to lay out your other weapons. Along with a handful of silver coins, as the Smith seems to get the idea even before you speak.

"Also I would like for you to melt these coins down, coat the edge of my sword, ax, and drip my arrow heads in the molten silver." The big Smith nodded his head, even as he grab the coins and poured them into a ceramic crucible. "Can you have that all done before night falls?"

"Aye... and how will you be paying me?" The Blacksmith asked, looking pointedly at your very light purse for a long moment.

"Out of the reward for killing the Wolf... but if I die them you can have every coin left in my purse as well as my weapons and armor. Fair enough?" You asked as the big man looking you over slowly, nodding his head as he calculated what your gear was worth on resale.

"Aye... fair enough. Thing is the Wolf I saw... well it didn't look like no Were-Wolf. Just a big silvery white Wolf, now I know others who claimed they saw a black Wolf with fiery red eyes."

"Yes I have heard that a lot... I think there is more going on here than just a single monster. But the Were-Wolf is far more dangerous that just a Wolf... I'll kill it first and then go after the other monsters." You explain, as you watch the Smith get to work making new scales and attaching them to your Scale-mail coat. While the ceramic crucible heats up within the forge, the coins within slowly turning into a shiny silver liquid.