Some of the other mercenaries belted laughter at Leanna's brusque retort and a flinty look briefly cut through Lysander's gray-flecked eyes before his smile returned.  "I am well-traveled and know these lands far better than you, for starters, my rude friend.  My experience is surely worth something."<br/><br/>"Aye, two coppers, and picked pocket, most like," Crackclaw interrupted, his tusks splitting his wide mouth into an unpleasant grin.<br/><br/>The elf sighed, a slightly exaggerated gesture.  "It seems I must endure insults from all corners today.  Would that I had not injured my leg, I should have left here long ago.  As for the blacksmith, you only need to walk out the door and you shall see his shop.  He seems to believe Sir Grell has taken off with his younger daughter by force, although I would not be so sure of it.  The knight is a rather handsome man in his way.  He left his squire behind…" Lysander nodded to the dwarf they'd noticed earlier near the bar.  "…who may know more, but he isn't talking.  As the elf woman, all I know is she lives in the forest, but has little dealings with the town, besides the old smith.  He might help you, although I suspect he'll want something in return…"<br/><br/>He smiled roguishly.  "But then most people do."