Sitting there in the very inn she had come to in the first place, Catherine felt a bit silly.  At least that helped her keep up the farce that she might actually be interested in the company of these two.  She ordered her ale and smiled a lot, wondering how long before her face actually began to hurt from the unaccustomed act.<br/><br/>“Oh, I came to look at the weapons.  I’m from a small village and my father is a merchant.  He sent me to look around and see if there were any good deals to be had.  The smiths of Sirlev are famous, you know.”  She smiled gratefully at the waitress as she brought their ale, sipping it with a long internal sigh.<br/><br/>She leaned forward, her eyes wide, “I heard some strange rumors on the road and people kept telling me it wasn’t safe for a woman alone anymore.”  She looked right and then left and leaned even closer.  “I heard there were Drow in the area.”  She nodded and sat up, sipping her beer<br/>