[Blade looks vaguely pleased as she acquiesces. He really doesn't mind showing her, which is also why he'll eventually get a Ralts out here apprenticing... But for now, it's just them.

He takes the scythe back.]

Knowledge is power, as the saying goes. If you're ever in a bind and can't see a blacksmith about your weapon, it's important to know how to take care of it on your own. Your weapon is your life as a warrior—treat it well and it won't let you down.

[Blade carefully sets the scythe on one of the work tables with the blade propped up with some wood. He fumbles around behind one of the counters for a moment, then brings out a big metal crate full of what appear to be differently-shaped stones. It looks heavy. Blade's just a guy, but the fact he's lifting this without an issue says that rather than superpowers he's just fucking blacksmith built. Lord. He sets it next to the table and drags out a bucket as well as a can of oil, and some cloths... This looks kind of involved.]

The first thing we're going to do is wipe off any existing grime. It looks fine to me, but you can never be too sure. [He slips some leather gloves on, then grabs one of the cloths and begins wiping it down.] About how much fighting does this thing see in a month? A few days or so?