Catherine was more exhausted then she realized, and with a full stomach, drifted off to sleep with nary a thought. What seemed like moments she opened to her eyes to notice that the sun was beginning to wane. She sat up straight, silently cursing herself for drifting off so easily. She calmed down when she realized that in the waning light was the perfect time to search for a contact without being noticed.<br/><br/>She stretched and left her room, looking back at the bed with slight hesitation before making her way out of the Inn. She was stopped for a moment by the greeting of the nice receptionist before making her way out. She still had an hour or so before the sun would be fully set so she had time to find a contact. Deciding it’d be best to keep up pretenses in case she was being watched, which she always assumed she was, she went in search of a smithy.<br/><br/>It did not take long for her to find one. Sirlev was known for them. She followed the light of the furnace and the smell of coal. An open air smithy was what she came upon, a large man hammering away at a blade, folding it then hammering again. He was certainly built like a blacksmith, barrel chest and arms like tree trunks. His head and face were smooth, lacking all hair and covered in a sheen of sweat. His eyes flickered up to her before going back to work.<br/>