Wait until dark, then go to the blacksmith.

You seat yourself on a hill near the edge of town and watch the sunset.

After the last rays of sunlight dip beneath the horizon, you hear the buzz of the town begin to quiet.

Once it is silent, you stand and head towards the orange glow of Catherine's forge.

When you arrive at the forge, you open one of the sacks and begin quietly scooping in iron ingots.

you manage to gather twenty before the bag starts to become too heavy to carry on a long journey.

That done, you head to the door of her house.

on the way, you grab three long leather bands.

you test the latch and are surprised when the door swings open.

On an inner wall nearby hangs a hastily-scrawled letter that simply reads: "FIX LOCK"

you follow the sound of breathing, and soon you stand before a sleeping Catherine.

Her dark brown hair is splayed out around her head, and her eyes twitch beneath their lids. she is well-muscled from years of smithing, but she is still small, no taller than five foot two, by your estimate. her breasts are well-formed, though smallish, and her hips curve pleasantly out from her waist.

you slide your leather bands from your pocket, then open your second burlap sack. You grab a pair of her underwear from a nearby drawer, and you wait.

a few minutes later she snorts once in her sleep, and opens her mouth.

That's when you strike.