<div class="floatright">(https://giantbomb1.cbsistatic.com/uploads/scale_small/1/17172/1248410-blacksmith.png) </div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Martin Weyland</strong></span><br/>Mastersmith and Crossbow Maker<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Don’t go frowning like that. I’m a big lug, why not let me do the lifting and toting, I still owe you for finding those tomes on curing and and staining wood. I wouldn’t have had the case done without it.” He tapped the case with a finger as he took the bag slung it easily over his shoulder. ‘Hells, if you had let me know, I’d have had one of my apprentices do your toting before letting them go for the celebrations. You know, extra work keeps apprentices out of trouble.” He pointed out. Not all of his apprentices made it to journeyman, but even the ones outright failing he taught to read and right and set them to the guard. The last one had wound up with the quartermaster’s corp, and Martin kept track of all of them. Never knew when a quartermaster might need to buy more crossbows, he reminded himself with a smirk.<br/><br/>“So, have any of the southerner’s come looking for bardic journals or such, I might have.. pointed one trio of women your way, looking for an agent to find journals, songs and such.”