The Little People
It felt strange being addressed with such familiarity from strangers in a place like Sidera, but Rache wasn't going to object to that kind of treatment. If the guy wanted to greet her warmly and kindly - well, so much the better!
"You don't say? What brings a traveler all the way here? We don't exactly get a lot of tourists this way." The man shifted and stood from the barrel, wiping the grease on the fabric that was hanging over his shoulders and back.
A large and rather bulky apron for his job working at the barn.
It wasn't like a normal blacksmith shop, or stable - not like she'd ever actually been to either place before.
The structure itself was entirely open, and was more like an oversized barn that several people worked in, each on their own part of whatever it was they were doing.