Ruby landed on top of Joshua and immobilized him further, with a somewhat pained "OOMPH!" from Joshua. He ripped off the bag from his head and declared, "Damn, this was a horrible idea for my back... Fine, I surrender! A little prematurely... but nyar! Now get your bird off of me, please?". Ruby then jumped off, landing next to him. Joshua got up, before Alexander grabbing his arm, then suddenly the both of them being tackled by a fourth individual. Schulze, finally doing something. "Ah.. wait. Did he say 'I surrender'?", Schulze asked as Joshua was saying a few mild curses in pain. Joshua got up again, letting out, "Well, that was kind of fun for a few minutes."
"So, shall we go to that diner I mentioned? I love the little baguettes they have. They're infused with cheese somehow. Pretty great!", he then stopped himself, "Oh, wait, yes, yes, yes, switch-weapons. Those things we use to stab things. Yes, let's go back there first.". He then jogged back over to Harolds' Armaments.
They met halfway, as Harold came out It seems like Harold 'saved himself' and was cleaning the inside, as both of them striking a conversation about how fun that was, and how amusing that was to watch respectively. Everyone would then notice Harolds' full appearance, an eyepatch, his little blacksmithing apron, and a steel helmet. Presumably for safety. Don't want an ingot of anything on a shelf smacking your head. He's a tanned one as well, probably not from Coalstrike. He does have an interesting scar on his left eye, probably why he has an eyepatch.
Their conversation halted as Harold realized they were here for their switch-weapons, "Alright, then." he bluntly said, "Switch-weapons. Those are a pain in my ass, but might as well. So, tell me, what's everyone wantin'?" "I can forge pretty much anything as long as it ain't too crazy. And don't worry too much about the Smetal... Err, Starmetal, got a shipment damn recently. No idea why, just a gift from someone I reckon."
This is the time of destiny... This man, with his small and simple forge, will create your switch-weapons with his own blood, sweat, and tears. Forged by materials that come from the very skies, these fine pieces will be silent friends for life. Make sure you're getting what you desire, you won't have another chance soon, if at all.