Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190419215241/@comment-5543592-20190502225327

Smith led Vander around town, to building sitting on a slight, grassy rise. The forge was shuttered, open, lit by the afternoon sun, a cool breeze rolling across them as he led Vander inside. The kiln was closed, the tools hanging on hooks. The anvil had been swept down. It was pleasant, and left unshuttered. Theft would be rare in an area such as this.

"I used to work my problems into the metal." Smith said, letting Vander go to retrieve the discarded fire poker from its basket. He pulled open the kiln and stoked it, flames rising. "It was a good way to take my mind off things."