...was that smoke?
Having had an eyeful of the giant blade, Darrin had proceeded back into the city and towards the Broken Dagger. In truth, there wasn't much to it, to the naked eye. It was a big sword with writing on it. That didn't mean, however, that it didn't weigh on his mind. However, the sight of smoke coming from the tavern's stable *did* catch his attention. He'd been around for a small number of months, and hadn't seen that yet.
So of course, he investigated. It had to be more mundane than the mammoth sword, right? He could use a little mundanity.
He hadn't yet had occasion to enter the structure; he had no horses and no need or want to steal anyone else's. It was merely there. He stepped inside the large main doors of the building, and immediately noted the second door, with its top half open and bottom half closed. He didn't miss the sign over the door, either, proclaiming the business' name and maker's mark: WhiteLion Armoury, with the symbol of a rampant lion (in white, of course).
The tall, red-haired, green-eyed elf brushed a lock of his waist-length hair back behind his ear, and stepped over to that doorway, looking around inside at the displayed weapons and the trappings of a forge. Nothing in particular seemed to catch his eye.. except maybe the armorer. He simply stopped there, to watch her at work. He wouldn't interrupt. He had known a weaponsmith or two, back in the day, so it gave him a chance to evaluate her, like any good customer.