If she were a pegasus, you wager you could break her neck right there, but even then it would just make your problems worse. You spin on a heel and storm out of the smithy. This ordeal was, at least, a step in the right direction. She actually spoke to you. The carpenter had just brushed you off, telling you to talk to the quartermare. The quartermare is the one who’d sent you to all the shop bosses in the first place. The tailor had been the only one to listen. You finally have a set of clothes that isn’t patterned after a suit.