“Well, Smithee the blacksmith, my friend,” said Angharad, deciding that the best thing to do was to cover all eventualities. “I need a little bit of information if you'd be so kind.”
Ironhands rested his not inconsiderable backside against his anvil. He scratched his chin and smiled at the elderly interloper.
“Information is it. Well, I'm sure we can be comin' to some sort of amicable arrangement wouldn't ye be sayin'?”
(Ironhands was, of course, referring to the ancient art of haggling, whereby two persons would enter into a negotiation to secure a deal. The practice began in early prehistoric times when people would swap differing items that they and the other person needed, and if that didn't work out one would smack the other over the head with a club or a rock and take what he want
