Cecelia Stoutdraft

Trying to figure out what had happened outside of my notice, I was in a half-daze as we headed back to the Stoutdraft Smithery. Roydon was returning with us to collect his things and load a wagon. Once he was ready, a couple of guards would help him exit the city to meet with the refugees returning to the northwestern areas of the continent. The girls walked a bit ahead as we walked back, as Roydon hung back to walk next to me.

"I know the lasses sprung the decision on ya, but I reckon it will all work out fine for you."

"Uh-huh?"

Nodding, Roydon continued, "Yup, a man of your skills and abilities will pick up anything you need to handle more than one, ahem, 'partner' before long. But, anyhow, I know our pops would want me to tell you to come to get his blessings as well before you make an honest woman outta her. So make sure you get Cecelia to guide you to our home forge one day not too far away."