"Oh," said Amaya, "I'm there all week, plus, I live just above the shop, so you could always just ring. I like to think I'm ready..." Amaya paused a moment to pull on her gloves, although it didn't have quite the same effect as it usually did since her gloves were bones instead of her usual workgloves, "...for any occasion of emergency blacksmithing. But I do tend to get most of my business on Tuesdays."

For some weird reason.

"Just down Unicorn Way, right between the Trooper station and the butcher."

There was a joke there, but, unfortunately, Amaya wasn't from here enough to know what it was.