Reier moved through the crowd casually with the remnants of his pack tucked under one arm with Sun settled on it's side watching the passing people. If not for the fact that the buildings were mostly wood instead of soulcast stone he could have mistaken the place for one of the markets on the edge of the Shattered planes before the Everstorm had arrived. Even most of the people wouldn't have been out of place- he could easily see the dark haired men and women as Alethi, the vibrant red hair could belong to a Veden or even one of the Horneaters down from the peaks, even the people with blond hair could belong to the people of the Reishi islands or Irilai. It had been the same on other worlds. wherever he went people barely changed, well except the Koloss and the one Kandra he'd found on Scadrial. He finally found his way back to the blacksmith and nodded in greeting as the man pulled a length of steel from the fire and began to pound on it. "I can forge most weapons and armor, just give me the details and I'll sort it out." "Actually I want your scrap, the smaller the pieces the better. Also if you keep it the metal dust from your grinding wheel would be appreciated. I'm willing to pay for it." "Not much call for that dust unless your a skilled smith yourself. I have a smelter that makes new ingots from it, your not planning to compete with me?" "No need for concern I'm no smith. I use it for" He paused as he tried to recall the word. "magic. In fact metal dust is rather integral to the type of magic I use, I can pay you regularly if you can regularly supply me with it." "Don't hold much truck with mages. Smelter I work with pays me 10 silver an ounce, and I get back most of the metal." "I see I'm unfamiliar with exchange rates my friend but perhaps a gold coin for every two ounces will make you feel better about working with me?" "At that rate I I'd sell my own mother, but if it's worth it to you I'll do it." Reier left a few moments later having spent half the gold he'd earned and with several pouches of fine steel dust. The smith have given him some odd looks when he'd used a wet finger to taste the metal to test it's quality before paying him but had been glad for the money despite not being willing to part with any metal scraps. He'd sent Stead off to find the others while he'd finished his business and was now looking for any sign of the spren hovering above the crowd to tell him where the rest of the group could be.