Keyla, turning her mind back to that task at hand, turned toward the blacksmith. Her arrows were in need of new heads. She proceeded onwards, keeping her eyed fixed on a wagon which has positioned itself in the path of her eyesight hiding the blacksmith's store. The young huntress strolled down the cobblestone streets, she was in no need to rush, stopping her \self in front of the wagon.

She noticed, sitting in the front of the wagon, an elf [@Shade]. He did not appear to be from the village so Keyla flashed a large smile and asked ever-so-politely.

"Excuse me sir, would you be so kind to move your wagon? You see I am in need to enter the store and the sides are currently blocked by other citizens and your horses."