Almaren
Yes, good folk, a tragedy has struck here... I hardly know how to put it... in short, someone slaughtered the caravan that was heading this way, and that caravan was bringing me steel — rare, dwarven steel... there wasn't much — about a pood... That's it. If you, good folk, bring it back to me, then I shall teach you and your woman something useful, alright??? And I'll throw in another five silver on top! — the blacksmith looked at you almost pleadingly...