<blockquote><div><cite>Nubias wrote:</cite>Tobias saw the blacksmith approaching the shop again as he was wandering the streets. Tobias ran up to him, "Mister Cuan there you are. I was wondering if I could speak to inside you shop. I need to ask you a favor. It won't take long."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Cuan smiled and nodded, shifting his load uncomfortably. "Sure thing," he replied. "Everyone else is doing the same already."<br/><br/>He grinned, opening the door and inviting the jackal inside.