A forge.
How strange. I mentioned perhaps an hour ago to Black that I would enjoy having one at my disposal, and it appears, as if from nowhere. My cabin now has an entire forge and shop in the back, with a vast array of tools and a good amount of books. It provides something to do while Cili sleeps.
I have been tending to her as best I can. The healer her was able to fix her well enough, but she still requires her rest. It is strange to be sitting beside someone who was dead in the time I came from. I worry much over her, but it cannot be helped. The new books have given me a good distraction, and I am excited to try out my new forge. Perhaps this time I can run it on my own, and escape without lighting myself afire. But should I fail, I can take solace in knowing that the snow outside the shop is deep enough to easily submerge myself without a problem.
Future and past converge here. My own future is baffling. I have always prided myself on simplicity, in a sense. As Black stated quite clearly, I am exceptionally dull. I enjoy my wars, yes, but I am a man who is devoted to his religion and his cause. Matters of . . . women . . . are not exactly the strong suit of a male who has taken vows of celibacy.
And yet it seems my future has many elements of those silly stories some of the witches read.
Good heavens.
How strange. I mentioned perhaps an hour ago to Black that I would enjoy having one at my disposal, and it appears, as if from nowhere. My cabin now has an entire forge and shop in the back, with a vast array of tools and a good amount of books. It provides something to do while Cili sleeps.
I have been tending to her as best I can. The healer her was able to fix her well enough, but she still requires her rest. It is strange to be sitting beside someone who was dead in the time I came from. I worry much over her, but it cannot be helped. The new books have given me a good distraction, and I am excited to try out my new forge. Perhaps this time I can run it on my own, and escape without lighting myself afire. But should I fail, I can take solace in knowing that the snow outside the shop is deep enough to easily submerge myself without a problem.
Future and past converge here. My own future is baffling. I have always prided myself on simplicity, in a sense. As Black stated quite clearly, I am exceptionally dull. I enjoy my wars, yes, but I am a man who is devoted to his religion and his cause. Matters of . . . women . . . are not exactly the strong suit of a male who has taken vows of celibacy.
And yet it seems my future has many elements of those silly stories some of the witches read.
Good heavens.
