<strong>Rose Ironshield</strong><br/><br/>Rose sighed as she pulled on her armor. Clearly the boy had been a bit less open than she had been as an apprentice. She'd had told off a pushy travelling smith quick enough.<br/><br/>"I'm Rose Ironshield, and I apologize..." she swept a hand over the forge. "I was looking for you, and a well set up smithy was.. too appealing in my state of mind. I tend to do better hitting things than sweet talking and wooing folk. I was hoping to find you, truth be told. A smith knows his town better than anyone but a good barman." She looked over the stock and made an assessment. "I was .. in need of hitting something and truth be told it was better to be a sword form than a new kinsman's ears. Father always put me to work when I get frustrated and old habits are hard to kill off. One doesn't make a masterwork without practice, and habits once made are hard to put aside."<br/><br/>She patted her sword and shield to show her work. "Father taught me the methods but also told me to keep working on. I apologize.. perhaps if I pay you for stock used and even reduce the blank back to rough metal?" She said. "I was hoping you could help me find where the harbormaster and others were hunting the beast. '<em>Thorn</em>is very good at taking care of critters."