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Rowan nodded to the taller fellow's comment about Bastion. "Yea, folks there don't like strangers." Her eyebrows raised as he asked for all the blacksmith tools and the drinking horn. He looked too scrawny to be a blacksmith on first look. Maybe an apprentice? It really shouldn't be her business. He was a customer and customers were her only source of income and livelihood. An apprentice blacksmith probably couldn't afford his own tools though. So why did this guy want them? It was none of her business, none of her business.

Even though she was uncomfortable in the crowds, she came to the human cities to get money, because it was sometimes just too difficult at home. Four years as a wanderer and Rowan still had problems with her second-hand citizen status. At the same time, she was the only one who knew what it was like on both sides of the fence, and probably the only one who could change it.

She cleared her throat to answer the fellow. "For just the hammer and horn is 550 gold, for they are both handmade from quality materials. Add tongs and an anvil comes to 1000 gold. Blacksmith tools aren't cheap, but blacksmiths are a high demand trade, so you can earn all that money back and make a pretty good living afterwards."