The forge is a small one, sitting around a hundred yards from the Kingsway Market. Catriona was happy to not be in the thick of the hustle and bustle of the market. The last thing she needed as a dumb human was to get in a fistfight over whose jewelry was worth more.
There is a small building with an iron door. A sign on the door reads,
Workshop. Please Knock.
Just beside the building is the main forge and anvil, where Cat can be seen all day, working on her next project. Her sign sticks out into the street, that she made herself, a cat whose tail curled up over its head. Hanging beneath the feet are the words. Black Cat Smithy.
She also has several necklaces and other jewelry laid out inside a locked glass case. The case is bolted to a table just beside the forge. She’d paid a pretty sum for that alone but it allowed her to display the jewelry she made without worrying too much about anyone making off with it.
Every once in a while, someone will stop to speak with her. Whether it be to place or pick up an order, or to simply make conversation. She is known to take trades and has often been seen accepting food for her work as seen when the baker stops by with his delivery of several loaves of bread for horseshoes.
Cat smiled warmly at the human man who sheepishly waited at the corner of her forge. He held a burlap sack with two loaves of bread sticking out of the top. She quenched the sword in the water beside the forge and laid it off to the side.
"That’s a fine piece you’re working on, Cat." He handed her the bag and leaned in to whisper in her ear."I put some of the sweet rolls from yesterday in there as well as some vegetables from my wife’s garden. She told me to thank you for your willing to work with us."
Cat signed something to him and he laughed as she took the bag from him and disappeared inside the workshop. When she emerged, she was holding a set of four horseshoes tied with string. They rattled as she handed them to the man and he happily made off with his purchase.
Cat grinned back in her workshop, silently thanking Vita as she peered into the bag and pulled out a cinnamon roll the size of her whole hand. She tore off a chunk of bread, grabbed some of the carrots and sat down outside on a wooden chair as she devoured her feast.
After she finished up her lunch, she stood up, stretched, and folded her chair up against the workshop. She put her apron back on and settled back into the rhythmic clanging of metal as she began working once more.