<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/>“Nonsense, the woman asked for a reputable dealer of bardic verses. Not like that there a lot of them.” Martin said with a thundering chuckle. “Just keep an eye out for the list of books I asked for.” He had a list of books he’d given Lilian that covered a variety of disciplines and engineering arts. IT wasn’t the only list that he’d passed out to book vendors but the ‘decadent’ books he wanted went thru a different book agent. He didn’t want anyone to know he had enjoyed the ‘southern depravities’ and such.<br/><br/>“So, we find a spot up front shall we?” He asked as he continued to push thru the crowd, letting his friend easily follow as he talked with her over his shoulder.