There's a new blacksmith in the town. Harland was working, hammering the metal, patiently making the shape of an axe. He didn't have many orders, some farmers and housewives, but he was preparing some weapons and tools and tools to sell in a few days at the market, for a extra payment... The atmosphere smelled of metal, sweat softly beaded the forehead of the blacksmith who looked with concentration at his work. His eyes shone gently in the light of the forge's fire...