You don't look like one of us.
Money isn't important, you have no reputation with our people.
Who are you?
Come back when you're stronger.
My armor is too good for a weakling like you, so I won't sell it to you.
If you become famous among our people, then so be it, I'll sell you my blacksmithing.
I don't sell blades to just anyone.
Only friends of my people are allowed to use the swords I make, #.