"Only a blacksmith would be able to help us!" replied Ileus cryptically.
"We can ask for one over here," Dawn suggested looking at the vendors who were haggling with the customers.
"No, let's go to the tavern and not ask for one over here. It will only garner attention.
The tavern was located in a back alley. There was a loose wooden shutter that tapped the exterior wall. Footfalls of the drunken men and women on the road sounded along with distant fluttering reverberations.
From the inside the tavern, roars of drunken laughter and singing were coming. Smell of mead, fire, meats, earthenware and stale bread wafted through the alley.
"Our blacksmith should be here!" said Ileus and stepped in.
