The large man gave her a cursory glance, eying her up and down. The weapons at her side, the way she held herself, all indicated she was no lass simply interested in shiny things. “Yes, of course I have some finished pieces,” he says in a gruff tone. “I normally do commissions but when inspiration strikes I make what comes to me.” He lets the blade continue to cool as he takes his smock off and hangs it on a nearby hook. “Come, I’ll show you,” he says. He turns around and walks into the main building.<br/><br/>Catherine quickly follows and finds herself soon surrounded by a rather vast amount of sharp metal hanging on the walls: Daggers and swords of all shapes and sizes, vicious looking axes and almost elegant pole arms. The smith chuckled at her surprised look. “Inspiration strikes me quite a bit,” he says. “Feel free to look around, if anything catches your eye we can negotiate price.” With that, he heads into the back room, out of sight.<br/><br/>Catherine takes her time appreciating the craftsmanship of various weaponry, hardly paying mind to the two men taking over by a particularly large axe. She looks almost longingly at a rack of daggers when the men catch her ear.<br/><br/>“…are worried. They have no idea if we are going to be attacked again. I hope whoever that so called ‘Shadow’ is gets here soon.”<br/>