It was dusk now, the sun was just setting in the evening sky and many of the La'marri inhabitants were settling down for the evening. Few people were out now, some on their way to the tavern, maybe one or two on their way home, and Abigale on her way to the nearest weapon smith. She had hoped to avoid the crowds that often gathered to look at the amazing weaponry forged here during the day, in favor of catching the smith before he left so he might take on one last job for the evening. It was not a big job, she just needed to have a single blade repaired. It had been snapped in half during a recent scuffle and rather than replace it she preferred to have it repaired.
She pulled the grey hood of her cloak tighter around her hiding her face from view as she passed a small group of people. She could hear there hearty conversation come to an instant halt as they caught sight of her, or at least her tail. It seemed there was not a cloak in the world long enough to hide it from public view. Under the grey garment she wore a black kimono style dress with gold stitching. It had been a common dress for her as it did well to cover her intimate parts, providing a degree of modesty in public, as well as provide freedom of movement.
Upon arriving at the weapon smiths shop she tried the door and found it to still be open. This was a good sign. Quickly she opened the door and slipped inside. "Excuse my intrusion, But I have a job for the master smith."
