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The morning sun was breaking through the mist over Riften and the marketplace was in full swing. Allysa, clean and dressed in her regular Guild Armor, strolled the outer perimeter, smiling and nodding to all the merchants. She paused to speak to one of the guards. "How's that baby, Throngir?" "Well and happy, Allysa!  The missus sends her thanks for the salve!"

"It was my pleasure," she smiled. Yes--it was well to keep the guards happy. She moved on toward Balimund's. The giant smith's ruddy face lit up as he saw her approach and he tossed the metal he was working into the water trough and wiped his big hands on his apron. He lifted her in a great bear hug. "Allysa!  'Tis been too long! Where have you been?  No--don't answer that!" He grinned and set her down again. "What can Balimund do for you today?"

"I need a special weapon, my friend," she replied.

"Name it--if I have it, it's yours!"

"I want the Dwarven crossbow."

Balimund's face froze. "Allysa..."

"Name your price, Balimund.   I will pay it." Allysa reached down the front of her jacket and pulled out a pure, flawless sapphire. She turned to shield it from the crowd as she displayed in on her palm for him. "I must have it, Bali.  It may mean the difference between life and death for me."

Balimund looked down on the lovely blond thief. Then he sagged in defeat. "Come with me."

She entered the smithy's dwelling behind him. Sometime shortly thereafter, she exited with a large bundle slung over one shoulder. She returned to the Cistern.