The blacksmith didn't seem at all put off by Leanna's bluntness.  In anything he looked as though he'd expected her comment.  "Yes, I know her.  Have for many years.  She doesn't much like visitors though, and I wouldn't normally disturb her privacy, only…"  His fist clenched tightly as his brow suddenly darkened.  "I'm at my wits end!  I've no one else willing to go looking for my girl and, as you can see, I can't hardly do it myself with this leg of mine.  I've been told by some that they were seen heading for the forest, but…your best would bet would to ask his squire, Wendell.  That dwarf in the tavern?  I'll be damned if he doesn't know where Grell's holding up but he won't talk.  Mayhaps you'd have better luck."<br/><br/>When conversation turns to the cliffs, the big smith merely shakes his head.  "Nothing you'd be wanting any part of there.  If those monsters that slaughtered Captain Mersiin and his men are still lurking around…no, you'd not want to come into contact with them.  Fortunately, they haven't left the cliffs and that's out past the marshes.  Might even be gone by now.  Sir Caevelle would know more, probably even offering a reward for any fool enough to find out but…  No, youd do best to stay clear of that."<br/>