After that initial excitement, Catherine had a much more relaxed travel along the road. Perhaps word of a dangerous woman on a horse spread or luck was on her side, either way she finally arrived at the town or Sirlev with little fanfare after a few days travel.<br/><br/>It was a well off town of about 1300 people. It was famous for its well crafted goods, especially weapons. Word had it that the people had helped a displaced clan of dwarves generations ago and they passed on their metallurgy onto them. Either way Sirlev was the place to go. She reached the city limits just past noon as her growling stomach reminded her. The scent of coal, smelted iron, and leather wafted through the air as she was halted by the town guard.<br/><br/>“Hello Mam,” said the man in front of her. He wielded a halberd casually in his hands as he walked up to her, his chainmail jingling with each step. Two men with crossbows at the ready were several yards away as they watched the exchange. “I’d hate to have to stop you but we seem to be in a crisis lately. What is your business here in Sirlev?”<br/>