Autumn 1095 SR
“This will never do,” announced the Dwarf, Morlik. He looked at the dilapidated condition of the smithy while a small group of sisters watched in fascination.
“The anvil is usable,” countered Charlaine, “and I can get the forge up and running with a bit of work.”
“Yes,” said Morlik, “but you seem to be missing all the tools.”
“I imagine the Cunars took them when they left,” noted Cordelia. “Either that or they were stolen when the place was abandoned. It did sit empty for quite a few years before we came along.”
“My father has some older tools, not as good as his current ones, mind you, but good enough to get started. I’m afraid he has no spare swages, however.”
“Swages?” asked Cordelia.
“Yes,” said Charlaine, “they’re all sorts of shapes in different sizes that we us
