He was keeping an 'ear' on the common room, amused at the quality of the so-called 'spies' in the common room, who were as subtle and sensible as a sledgehammer to the face. Saarisi's comment merely made him laugh, before nodding. "I am honestly not surprised. The number of 'spies' in the common room is simply staggering. Clearly, the best don't go out often, if only because they will likely get killed for 'failure.' And Saarisi, your daughters had a few advantages that the smiths here don't. Better breeding, and not having to work in fear of getting killed because they didn't make something to exact specifications, which tends to cramp an artist's abilities. Besides, I suspect the real masters are holed up in one of the larger manors, working just for one person. You dumping a couple items on the market will likely get the masters to send an apprentice to request an audience.<br/><br/>Which reminds me, note on the table, I mentioned the common room full of spies already. The smart ones have likely realized that the alias I gave for the room is fake, and are trying to figure who I really am. The note indicates someone else already did. Your thoughts? This was your stomping ground at some point, if I recall correctly."