Summer 1094 SR
Charlaine stared down at the iron bar before her. She had intended to forge it into another knife, but somehow, her anger had gotten the better of her. Now it was little more than a mess of pounded metal. Glancing around, she spotted another half-finished knife sitting on a nearby table and thought of Ludwig, then chided herself for bringing him to mind. He"s a noble. She should have known better than to revisit the keep at Verfeld.
She tossed the iron bar aside and looked around the room, seeking something to occupy her mind. When someone approached the workshop, she looked up, half expecting to see the baron’s son, but it was merely a passerby, peering into the smith’s shop out of sheer curiosity.
Charlaine removed the leather apron, hanging it carefully from its design
