Oengus put new shoes on Sky, my sweet-tempered mare, awhile ago. Now I bring Sabio, the Iberian, who started favoring one foreleg on our way home from Ebrauc. His shoe has broken and needs fixed or he'll surely go lame. Sabio shies at the smell of fire coming from the smithy's side of the large building that houses Cruithni Crafts. I call out for Oengus, hoping he can hear me over the din of the forge.