Just as I was packing up my work in the armoury there was a knock at the door.
The man who entered was a stranger to me but from his garb it was apparent that he was a Templar.
He asked if I knew of anyone who could shoe his horse, and i told him i was his man.
His horse was thethered at the church so i followed him there and set about my task.
I did not take me long as i am a Smith of some renoun and once the horse had been shod the Templar paid me handsomely for my work.
*signed flamboyantly*Amon Jarl, Burgher.
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