[There are some people who don't believe in magic in her world, but they're all assholes who want to take it over.

She shakes her head slowly] Or maybe it's there, and your kingdom developed - oddly. That happens, sometimes, if people don't discover how to use it soon enough. [Something flickers across her face like a sudden realisation that she might have said too much. Every day blacksmiths aren't supposed to know that much about the formation of kingdoms.

A beat passes, before she sighs. This much at least, she's willing to share. Mostly because it's not true] A small farming village on the edge of the Saith forest. Angevine. I'm apprenticed to a blacksmith there.