"Do you do armor repairs here," he asked as he put an older suit of armor on the counter. "I need this patched up. How much can you do for 40 bits?"

Ill be able to fix it with 40" dressage says eyeing the armor, this armor seems to belong in a museum, it could break at any second.

"Thank you," he said with a sigh. "Most smiths don't want to touch it or if they do, for a much higher cost."

Well, they want more for bits for more metal

"How long will this take," he asked as he looked around the shop.

2 or 3 days, leather isn't too hard to repair and straightening out the dents in the armor and polishing it won't be too hard.

"Okay," he said sitting down in the waiting area and watching Dressage work on his different tasks.

-epos would get up and walks to his armor stand as he puts on his guardian armor for the chest a shield with flat tipped spikes curving along his body his hooves covered in clawed grieves his head covered with a majestic helmet with the same flat tipped spikes his main body covered with it as he puts his sword in its scabbard and a shield on his back as he steps out of his house his eyes covered by the visor of the helmet covering his maw as well and then begins his way to the building where the red smoke stopped the armor weighing a good 30-40 pounds but the slowdown to his speed doesnt bother him at all-

The building is in the richer side of town. The area dint seem like the area crime would go down but it was the right ponies and politicians.

The pony continued to sit in the waiting room, watching Dressage, and even sleeping on the benches, even when closing time came.

What is so special about this ponies armor. Perhaps I can get him to rent a room upstairs so I can clean this mess up" dressage said taking the belt buckle and putting it back on the "back burner" a heating spot in his blacksmithing ovens that would keep it warm and pliable as dressage was about to shake him but remembered that he only had the 40 bits for the armor repairs. "Perhaps I can let him sleep here till I completely prioritise the armor and get it fixed" dressage said to himself. "Thing is, those benches aren't too comfortable to sit on, perhaps I can let him borrow my pillow, if I am right, he should thank me for the help and I him." Dressage said go to his bedroom near the back of his shop. After grabbing one of the two pillows from his cot, he props one under the ponies head, washes the dishes, cleans the floor a bit, puts away his tools, goes back to his bed and falls asleep for 2 hours where his cycle of starting "life" for him on a daily basis.

Meanwhile a red pony with a disheveled main and tail walks through the city. With a black hood up, he shakes his head forward a bit as a glowing yellow visor seems to drop down over his eyes. After looking around he throws his head back as the visor stops glowing and goes back on his head. After turning 4 little dials on leg guards with magic, they glow a nice blue-green on designated light ports. The leg guards only guard his legs from the knee to the ankle but that's what they where intended to do. The ponies normal trot made him seem like he was rushing to get places. Places that needs to be observed as a blue-green trail followed behind him for a split second before dissipating to nothingness. And that was the last time anyone saw that pony for the rest of the night.

The red pony on the bench cuddled up with the pillow trying to get comfortable. He had bruises covering his body which did not make his night restful. Every once in a while he would mumble under his breath "Stop" and "no please, you don't understand."

Early the next morning, Lighthooves comes back into town on another ferry. He stretches his legs, gets off at the ferry port, and gets a ride back into the town. He approached his house, whipped up some coffee, downed three cups, and continued through his normal day, heading to the store, picking up a bunch of dollar foods, and went for a stroll through the village.

Dressage worked through the morning and due to his other project getting finished, the time he had planned to make the belt and fix the armor was shortened.

The pony sat up on the bench and stretched. After cracking his back, he sat in the corner of the room, just sitting there, patiently waiting.

"So, what is your name?" Dressage said warming up the armor to make it pliable.

"Who me?" said the royal red colt looking around. "Well, my name is... True Victory." He looked down at his hooves.

Dressage Plays the dumb unquestioning worker pony. "So do you live around here?" He says laying hammer to metal, flattening the dent.

"Well, no. I just came here because I wanted to see if you could fix my armor, you know. As they say, if Dressage... you, cant do it, then no one can. So, I'll be here until you get it done. Just out of your mane. I mean, yeah.... sorry for intruding overnight. It's just, as you could see, I only have those bits, so paying for a hotel is out of the question, and I am used to sleeping on benches so, you know... thank you."

Well, it's work, I have liked to work for some time now and just not doing anything is unnatural for me. So, yeah thanks as well" dressage says slamming the hammer again.

The pony looked at the shop curiously. "Um, exactly how long have you been working here. This place looks really old."