Despite the heat, the Market was crowded as usual. Caina had not been here since scamming that golly a few months back, in order to avoid being spotted by him or his friends. It was doubtful that she would be recognized, since she’d knocked him unconscious from behind, but it was better to be safe than sorry. There was also the likelihood that the girl Caina had worked with had decided to turn dobby- she hadn’t spoken to her since, either.
But her business today wasn’t in the Market, so she kept away from the booths and the crowds, skirting the edge of the pavilion to move up one of the side streets. Not far, just enough for the sounds of the Market crowds to dull, and there it was.
Black Cat Smithy, it was called. And confirmed, by the nicely crafted sign hanging by the door. Caina had never visited this particular blacksmith, but had heard good things. And other things, too. A woman with no tongue, but enough skill in her craft to make others weep with jealousy. At least, that was what Caina had overheard. And she was on her way to see what all the fuss was about.
There didn’t seem to be anyone at the forge, so Caina stepped to the front door and knocked.