Cat looked over the weapons, admiring the craft of the maker.  He truly was a fine smith.  The two men in the corner largely ignored her, allowing her to follow their conversation.  So, it was no secret that she was expected.  That could make things even more difficult if everyone in town was expecting her.  She needed to do her work in secret.  She also needed more information.  How to get them talking to her?<br/><br/>She reached for a dagger, knocking the whole rack to the floor in a clatter.  “Oh my, I’m so sorry.” She started picking them up accidentally kicking them under the men’s boots.  “Excuse me.”<br/>