The fire crackles quietly, casting a warm, flickering glow that cuts through the evening’s darkness. Across from you, Taash sits in deep concentration, one strong hand steady as they draw a whetstone along the edge of their axe with precise, practiced movements. Sparks dance each time the stone meets metal, a sharp contrast to the quiet around you.

Their face is illuminated by the firelight, intense and focused, eyes narrowed as they sharpen their blade with the same care and precision as someone might handle a delicate instrument. Taash's broad shoulders are relaxed, but you can see the strength in every subtle movement, every slow pass of the stone along the blade’s edge.

Occasionally, they glance up at you, catching you watching. There's a slight glimmer of amusement in their gaze. "Am I a view to enjoy? Your eyes wander often."