"Cassie? For the Old God's sake, where is that girl?" Mikken asked, looking around the smithy.
"I'm here." She said, popping her head around the rack of swords.
"Come here and see what Master Robb wants." Mikken said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. Cassie nodded and ran to the front of the shop.
"How can I help you?" A girl's voice startled Robb into turning around so he was facing the smithy. He was surprised to see a young woman who was no more than a year younger than him standing there. Her face was sweaty and dusted with ash but her sea green eyes shone out at him.
"It's my sword." Robb said, regaining his senses, and pulled it out of it's sheath. "I think it's gone a bit… blunt."
Cassie smiled. "Yes it has a bit hasn't it?" She said before holding her hand out for it. Her hands, although they were small, were dirty and calloused. "I'll fix that up for you." She said as she took it and walked back into the smithy.
"Extraordinary isn't she?" Mikken said, judging Robb's expression with a smile. "She's been working in the smithy since she was younger than your sister Arya. She has this talent with metalwork. She can manipulate it in any way she wants." Robb watched her over Mikken's shoulder as she worked on his sword. Her movements were as elegant as Sansa's when the Stark girl sewed. It was strange that she could make something as unfeminine as blacksmith work so completely feminine. She finished up and tossed the sword from hand to hand, checking it from all angles before walking back out to the front.
"Here you go, my lord." She smiled, presenting him with his sword.
"Thank you so much." Robb answered as he took it before handing her two silver coins.
"Thank you." Cassie answered but Robb had already left.