Parxia's neighbor was Dim, the only blacksmith in town. Dim, puffing on his pipe, looked at his old neighbor's expression and muttered, "Well now, what's with that face... Could it be you know something about these knights",Before Parlcha could answer, Dimm seemed to remember something, his whole body trembled, he turned and slipped into his cramped and narrow blacksmith's shop, bolted the door shut, and looked utterly shaken.,At this moment, the sound of hooves drumming from the path outside the tea garden.。