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"We're not experienced." Smith informed him.

As Vander and Jack rode through the town, they got curious looks. A horned woman and a man with stripes that glowed were not something they saw everyday.

The houses were small, wooden, and unspectacular. The forge building was low and long. The entry way was large, to admit the easy passage of heavy machinery. The floor was paved stone, slightly uneven as it had been done by hand. Vander could see tools hanging from hooks on the walls, could see an anvil lying ready near a dying forge.

The forge door was propped open part way. The hinges were good iron, and it swung open part way when Vander knocked.

"Come in!" A gruff voice called.