The rest of the walk was filled with tension and darting eyes as I made sure I wasn’t getting snooped on or followed. It might’ve been a hunch, but I’ve learned to trust my hunches.
Finally, the town smithy.
I was greeted to a younger man who introduced himself as Karmen. Mostly casual chatter and remarks about how damaged much of the gear was. Luckily, we got one of the pistols working, and he quickly showed me how to clean the darn things. Sometimes, a human hand was infinitely more valuable than a book.
“Pretty surprised you guys have black powder, since there’s one musket here.” I chuckled as he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Ya. My dad mixes the stuff and we usually sell it off, but recently the town’s been closed. The church, not ours, has been trying to get the stuff, but Dad
