Another nice day is here and Klar can be found in his forge once again banging on his glowing steel as another sword takes shape. He looks over to the pan he has heating in the forge itself to melt some steel so he can pour it into the molds that he has ready.
Yes my friend come on in. What can I do for you? How is that fine blade?
Klar heads back to forge to work some more on the blades he is making. He thinks that having a meal delivered daily is the best thing he has done. Now he does not have to take as long of a break when he sits down to eat.
Spending the days banging on the hot steel folding it over and over until the impurities are out. As the blades take shape Klar is proud of his hard work. Having a series of blades for customers to choose from as a means for defensive purposes can make a person feel safer at home. He is also making a lot of steel arrow heads figuring the new hunter in town may want to buy some for his arrow shafts.
The daily delivery of food and the hot forge makes his days all seem to run together as Klar continues to work day in and day out. Sometimes pounding on the steel late into the night. I just hope that I am not keeping anyone up late listening to the pounding.
Klar watches as the inn keeper shoots a arrow at the door of the fortune teller and then duck back into his inn. A few moments later he watches the fortune teller stomping over to the inn. He can tell she is not happy as she she can be heard yelling at the inn keep before stomping back to her place. Klar shakes his head wondering what is going on between the two of them. Is this a start of a lovers spat? IS she upset that the word os a possible love poem was not what she expected? Not knowing the answers Klar goes back to his hot steel.
Seeing that he has completed a couple more swords and a few daggers Klar now feels that he is getting a good supply on hand for others to be able to feel more protected in the area.
Klar works on more arrow heads and then starts making some molds for locks.