The forge had been harder to locate than Rorschach had been expecting, but then it was an entirely new city, his feet didn't know the streets as well as they did the ones back home, even if they did seem familiar somehow. He had relied on the maps as little as possible the entire way, only glancing at them now and again to be sure he was on the right track, but the rest he did by simple exploration; take a side street here, a detour there, trying to build an internal map, frames of reference. Getting a feel for this new city, the way it moved and breathed. He was in no hurry, he had no leads, only questions, and they would keep for now.

But eventually he did find it, and now he steps through the door, face in place and bundled in layers even with the weather, as calm and implacable as usual despite the new circumstances.