Enrich jerked back to himself finding his hand still on the chain. This time he was alone, however, and he didn’t need to worry about explaining himself to Ankel. The boy had gone with the village elder, Enok, to look over the workshop the man planned for them to use.
Soon, he was back to work, the chain and its origins long forgotten for the present.
For hours he tolled on the many small items that the village had asked him to create or repair. Not tiring a bit but knowing that he should appear to be tired when Ankel returned, he took his time on each piece.
The sound of the Gareth villagers surrounded him but didn’t invade his mind. He knew that there were Turth villagers in there as well, he could feel them, sensed the oily film of evil that lay over everything here. He worried abo
