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He looked between the group and shrugged a bit, his head turning over to look at the tiefling, then back at Miles. "Traps are not of honesty... from what I see of these traps, they are hidden away to attack some unsuspecting fool walking down a pathway of some kind. To me to attack someone who does not see you may be a bit petty..." The blacksmith would again think to himself, maybe the girl behind him was a trap with those contracts she had them sign, maybe the others were too afraid to mention that they could not read like him. 

She could read, maybe she had planned to pull a bunch of idiots into a death trap, his eyes squinted forward to see if there was something off their beaten path. But he did not know what to look for, he looked back at the now hooded figure. He looked to those around him, what could they want from him, they had everything he had. Well but for a few things, and they probably had more. Then he thought about it a second more, maybe he is just an idiot who is becoming paranoid because of some tailed creatures and a probable thug are talking to each other about traps. 

The blacksmith just shrugged after his constipated look of distrust and continued walking down the path, hoping traps would not bug him or those around him in the future.