[Anguirel]

The Smith does not comment, though he steps back and stops menacing Fordim. At last he nods.

"As for me, I didnae sleep at all. I spent a while sharpening the edges of my broadsword. I feared something mickle unnatural might occur. Did ye nae hear of the village not two-score miles north-east? The wolf-kin came...and they left no survivors. Though two were gibbeted, the third finished the job."

The Blacksmith spits on the ground. "That beast had many hanged corpses to devour by night. We do most harm to ourselves. The real evil the creatures bring is not blood, but strife. Nevertheless...we must set about our business, ill though it is."