Finding the smithy proved no great difficulty.  It was located adjacent to the tavern itself, a small thatch roofed two-story with an open outdoor forge.  The blacksmith himself was seated before his anvil, hammering out fresh horseshoes as they approached.  He did not bother to look up until finished with his current task, and his expression was less than friendly.  "More travelers then.  You'll get nothing from me.  If you're looking for swords and armor, try one of the merchants.  I work for the king's men and townsfolk, naught else."<br/><br/>Despite his words though he was studying the women curiously.  Like most men of his profession, he was broad about the chest and arms, well-muscled, his craggy shaven face and bald head flushed red from the constant heat.  Their eyes likely could not help but notice his right leg, or rather its absence, the leg of his trousers pinned up just where the calf would have started.<br/><br/>"New, aren't you?  Yes, I would have heard of a couple pretty girls like you wandering hereabouts.  Don't take it wrong, that's simply fact.  Rumor travels fast and folks love their gossip."  He hefted himself up, snatching a large oaken crutch from a nearby bench to tuck under his arm.  "You'll be wanting something no doubt.  May be I even have an idea what…"  This was said with a quick glance at Lia.  "Come on then.  I'll not jaw wag out here…"<br/><br/>He pushed open the door of his house with his blunt shoulder, ushering them through.  It was a small living space, clean compared to the tavern but untidy, with tools, dishes, and various metal tidbits scattered about from his work.  "Maybe you've heard, maybe you haven't but my daughter Atlie has been taken by one of these honorless sellswords.  The city guards won't bother to go looking.  Say there's no proof it wasn't willing, but I know my girl better than that.  Truth is they're scared to leave the walls after what happened to those other guardsmen at the cliffs.  And I wouldn't trust any of those lay about mercenaries as far as I could throw them…"  He smiled faintly.  "Aye, not even that far.  Like as not they'd take my coin and share it with the kidnapper.  You…however, maybe… being new.  You want my help that's the deal.  You help find my Atlie and I'll help you if I can, provided you're wanting what I think you do, plus give you the reward I'm offering and a clean place to stay if you're needing it.  Better than having your pockets picked and gods know what else over at the tavern."