As the group left the blacksmith she merely waved to them saying, "don't worry, I'll have it done in no time. And you," she pointed to Ajalon, "order something next time."
As Dmitri made his way to the butcher's shop, he would find it to be much less warm then the blacksmith's shop. It was far larger with much more people crowding around, a constant flow of people coming in and going. His usual greeting would either be drowned out by the loud crowd that had been within the shop or simply met with strange looks from some of the other customers. Some also giving him a knowing look, nodding as they conversed about their own past guild jobs. There was , a long line of people moving towards the counter ordering whatever types of meat they wished to get, while there was an equally steady flow of people leaving with their goods in hand.
He would have to wait in line for awhile before he would be able to be helped, but when he got to the front, he was merely given a strange look by the man at the front. He was informed that the man was not the actual butcher, but instead just the clerk to get orders moving, but when given the severity of his situation he decided to bring him into the back. The back, as it was, made up the majority of the building, being filled with flayed carcasses either hanging up on hooks, propped up on stands or put in large vats of water. There were also a large quantity of bodies that were far less mutilated merely resting on tables. Front and center though, he was greeted by the sight of a large man decked out in a very heavy long sleeved outfit wearing a very un-fiitingly small apron.
In his hand was a large meat cleaver, as he happily hacked away at what appeared to be a large pig carcass. As his work was interrupted, he turned to face Dmitri, and listened to his questions. His expression seemed to be knowing as he said, "I know nothing of the murder that happened. Merely that it was sweet woman who was killed. Such a shame indeed. But I will have you not suspecting my craft. I am butcher, not murder! I teach butchering not murdering, isn't that right Harvey!"
As he said this, a man with pointed ears and jet black wings appeared from behind a curtain of chickens, a cleaver in his hand and a curious expression across his face. "What's that boss?"
"Come Harvey, speak to nice man here, he has many questions to ask about craft and murder!" He looked back to Dmitri saying, "this young boy here is my newest of apprentices, Harvey! He is sweet boy, eager to help around and quick to," he punctuated his sentence with a quick slash of his cleaver into the carcass he had been working on earlier.