Sniggit had been hollering for a while when she noticed the sign saying the blacksmith was out for lunch. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, the ratkin returned to her two undead escorts and ordered them on towards the temple where their job awaited them.
As the trio was passing through a food market, Sniggit still muttering angrily to herself under her breath, she couldn't help but notice the walking rock that was Ezel grabbing a bite with a few other people. Deciding she wanted to have her dagger sharpened after all, the collector approached the small group. The laborers were left behind, as usual.
"Ezel!" she squeaked, "There you are! Need dagger sharp-sharp, but must go business. You take dagger now, I come later when done and give coin, yesno?"