"Welcome to the Williamsburg blacksmith shop, sir awakener!"
The Guard saluted Draven and welcomed him with a bright smile. Draven was quite startled by his enthusiasm before nodding his head, not knowing what to say. When the Guard moved aside for Draven to walk inside the shop, Draven nodded respectfully and strolled inside the shop.
The middle-aged Guard then realized he could not entertain Draven inside the shop, and he was not a weapon specialist, not with firearms, of course, he was an expert with it since he was a soldier and an awakened, so he decided to pass the responsibility towards the person working inside the shop.
Draven, on the other hand, didn't actually mind if no one entertained him and introduced some of the sharp weapons to him inside the shop. On the contrary, he preferred that no one would disturb them. Sadly, not everything came his way when he heard the Guard shout in a soft voice beside his ear.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!