A Blacksmith's Trip To Onibus

Rowan's weapons were laid out upon the cloth in front of him. He had no specially forged weapons this month, but they were all of high caliber. The man sat crosslegged drinking a cup of coffee. He unscrewed a small container and dumped a teaspoon of raw honey into his coffee. After stirring it around, he took a sip. It was boring sitting in the marketplace, but he needed money. He just hoped that neither Nolan or Nova came by, he wasn't in the mood for small talk.