"Mercenary logic," [color=8882be]the half-elf answered as though such a thing should have been obvious. It helped that she and Gray had known one another, though to no further extent than exchanging idle conversation about the jobs he had been hired on in the prior years. It was a acquaintance much like any other she had with those who brought their armor to her mentor's shop for repairs.[/color] "It is a key point of information to know whom one has been hired to work for."

[color=8882be]The blacksmith gave a shrug as her attention diverted to check over the supplies in the farmer's wagon. In addition to what she could only assume were Berrin's farming tools was a variety of mining gear and food. She pondered if some of the contents would be used during their trek, the salted pork and casket of ales of particular interest. She had packed rations so that even if the food was not for their consumption in any fashion, she would not go hungry.[/color]