“Cider and mead,” he agrees, smiling. “My companion Thorne is a bit of a gourmand; some of our coin from this will definitely go to sampling the cuisine in town... and to restocking our ship’s stores. I thought you might like seed more than coin for that.”

Historically speaking, anyway, where would a farmer even spend coin?

“You know,” he says, eyes twinkling, “there was a time not too long ago when my people considered blacksmithy a magical art, especially because our iron was so poor there was a ritual to drawing out it’s strength. At least, we thought it such until we developed Sight, and could see it was usually only skill. Usually.”