Chapter 29
Warren took us to a decent sized building, which I assumed to be the Blacksmith's Shop. It was an open structure with wooden beams instead of complete walls and a hay lean-to style roof. It was apparent the open building was necessary the moment we walked in. Even with no walls, the burning brick oven heated the place so that the air was several degrees hotter than outside. A thinner, middle aged man didn’t hear our approach as he hammered away at some metal, freshly pulled from the oven. The man had dirty blonde hair unkempt in a long, shaggy style and I noticed that, regardless of his thinner body frame, his arms were quite in shape. “Afternoon, Callan!” Warren said loudly as we stood back far enough so as to not take a blow if we should have startled him. But Callan calmly paused fr
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