"A kid named Jimmy Harper, someone named Dean who tried to pick a fight, a young man called Lane, you. Been trying to avoid people, mostly, actually."
Methos shrugged. "Found some nice isolated places out on the far side of some lake. An abandoned forge that looks like it might have been at home three centuries before all this." He made a vague gesture at the town around them. "Not in good enough repair to use, though."
Or he'd have a sword in the works, instead of trying to fix the forge up in between exploring various places around the town. And looking for a book on sword-making, since he hadn't had to make his own blade in over a millenia.