Gheed stood up from his chair as the bony hand wrapped around the curtain that led into his shop. He was slightly frightened and took a step back. He had hopped to never see a necromancer or its undead army again. "Trade quickly and be about your business!" The portly man fixed his wool vest and placed his hat on his head. Nervously he shuffled around his store room and fiddled with his wares.<br/><br/>Sir Peter moved around looking at the Rouges who were now soaking wet from the storm when he moved on the blacksmiths tent and he licked his lips. Of course the women would have a female black smith, Peter wasn't complaining. Peter walked up to the woman and placed a sack of coins and his hammer on her massive anvil. "I could use a better one..." He said with a smile on his face. "It seems Ive dropped it one to many times."