<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/>“Good day Lilian,” Martin’s rumbling voice came across the crowded street, the crowds parting as he ambled over to the waiting Lillian. “i ah.. worked on a pair of crossbows over the last few months. Ebony stock, inlaid with maple, silver and gold. Enchantment grade quality.” He said patted the case, using the centuries old term that had harkened back to when there was magic.<br/><br/>“I can safely say that, as this is my best work,.” He grinned. “I’ve been thinking about coming over to check your chair. The rubber edging is supposed to last for years but i like to make sure. The South doesn’t have our cold winters and it might get brittle.” Martin said as he walked with Lillian, his looming form opening a gap. “I could carry your bag if you like.” He offered.