Aura was impressed that the dwarf had indeed forged her own fine armor. Her wording and tone suggested an unpleasant, unintended or unwilling leaving of her home. It struck a chord with Aura, for thus was her own.<br/><br/>"Indeed the elves do, just about a dozen miles west. 'Twas a planned waystation on my journey from my home forest of Ardeep, near Waterdeep.<em>Too</em>near Waterdeep...."<br/><br/>She blinked after a distracted pause. "Mistdale was originally incidental to my path, just along the route a kind elven priest in the village pointed me. It's funny to think all this, our meeting, my part in these events, is Tyche's die roll of the timing. I'm on my way to the elves of Cormanthor forest, to meet a branch of my family I've not before."<br/><br/>She looked into her wine and up into Myrna's eyes again. "You on the other hand seem to be quite industrious in this place. Planning to open your own smithy here, or elsewhere perhaps, in time? I am...between purposes - well I suppose I have my own for my journey, but I mean purposes to others, employment or larger quest, though it seems it may've found me now. Found both of us. The elves of Cormanthor must also be in the shadow of this faux-mountain, perhaps debating it among themselves even now. So I suppose it would've found me one way or another."