-At the Forge-

The smith nodded at Solaine's comment. "Aye. Tha war down south drew away all've our good men, an' the opportunities fer plundering what's left's got tha bad men out pillagin' and plundering. Most a'me metal supplies 've been used already, an the shipment a'iron I was waiting on got stole before it got here. And it's not just bandits, but stories a'worse creeping out there... and to make matters worse, my accent keeps flickering on and off."

He sat up and turned away from his anvil. "So here's me proposal. Yer both travelers, an' travelers wandering around here in this time's gotta be tough. If either of ye can retake my metal shipment from those brigands, I'll reward ye, ya can be sure of it."