In the closest town to the war being waged, lies a rare breed, a female blacksmith. She’s good at her work; those who knew, who cared not for her being a woman, or those desperate enough, were aware of how proficient a craftsman she was. “Bless this township for having a blacksmith,” a knight exclaimed when he walked up. It was a small cottage towards the middle, surrounded by a stone and wrought iron fence He walked up t...