Sir Liam approaches the blacksmith's workshop, nodding politely to the Egyptian gentlemen he had seen a little earlier. Clearing his throat he greets the woman in attrociously accented Hungarian:<br/><br/>[Hungarian]: Excushe me, mish. I and my men may have need of shomeone shkilled in the artsh of the forge over the nexsht few daysh. I undershtand that you are both shkilled and available for hire. I would proposhe keeping you on a retainer for sheveral weeksh ash we head to Bishtrizsh.