And their fortunes grow: where craftmasters work for favours and spread their company so generously. [ flattery and fluttered eyes.

demure enough, she backs away from his counter. ] I'll be quite sore if you stand me up, blacksmith. [ she doesn't ask his name; she doesn't need his name; she prefers not to put a name to her victims' faces. ]

When the sun sets, don't make me go looking for you.