Windfall Island

[Dawnika Snow]

Metal clangs of heated metal arose around the center of Silverrock Town. The blacksmith had been working hard on a repair order for a farmer. His axe had been broken. At first trying to fix it, he was unable to restore the axe, so instead he made a replica of the axe that was brought to him. Brand new and sharpened like master work. Nathaniel was great at what he did, and even though he had not wished this line of work when he began, he had started to grow a certain fondness to the heat of his forge and the smell of burning metal.

His order for the farmer was finished within an hour. Now that it was complete he decided it was lunch time. Maybe he would head to Ozal’s to grab a bite to eat. For the sleazy bastard he was, he owned a decent establishment.

After locking up the smithy doors and cooling the forge down, he made his way to Ozal’s Tavern. A thankfully short walk. Although it was much cooler than being around the forge, today’s heat kept him sweating.