P.O.N.Y.C.R.A.F.T.

Let's take a good look at who Steve is looking for.

It was a pretty normal day for me. All days were normal for me, really. Standing behind the counter, waiting for customers to spend some emeralds -- which were the main trade currency among villagers -- on my wares. The job got quite boring, but it was the only funding activity I had, really.

I was sitting there, behind the oaken counter, polishing swords. Swords didn't exactly sell in Coalwood. As most villagers were blessed with the occupation of farming, swords weren't really that popular. Neither was any type of tool that wasn't a garden hoe, to be exact.

"Phew..." I sighed as I placed another sword in my chest. "Eighteen down, two to g--"

BOOM!

I looked up. There was a tall, two-legged creature standing at the main door. I immediately initiated my "zombies-broke-down-the-door plan" -- which happened to be, with difficulty, cramming myself in the cupboard under the counter and locking the door.

"Hey, no need to play gopher, Marty," a gruff, disembodied voice said calmly. I knew that voice.

"St... St... Steve?" I stammered.

"Marty, it's just me. Get out from under there."

I slowly unlocked the cabinet door and brought myself to an upright position. It was Steve!

"Oh! Hi Steve! Is there anything I could do?" I questioned.

"Yes, do you still have some iron leftover from that sale last week?" Steve asked.

"Yea, actually I do."

"Okay, well, you think you can fix my armor?"

"Sure. Where is it?"

"Right here."

Steve walked over to my counter and, casually conjuring them his inventory, laid the dented suit and eight emeralds on my beige wooden desk. He turned around and, with an emotionless face, collapsed onto a wooden bench.

I started to go to work. Picking up the worn armor, I shuffled out behind my counter and walked to the stairs, opening up the door that sat beneath them. Then, with an alertness, I cautiously walked down the rough cobblestone stairs.

The clammy basement was too dim to see clearly. I blindly waved my hand against the rough wall until it touched something thin and hard. Then, grasping tightly onto it, I pulled it down. A click played, and light instantly blasted into the dark basement. Now being able to see correctly, I set to work.