Aaron stepped into the shop with Edrin close behind.
The rich scent of freshly cut wood filled the air, earthy and sharp.
Inside, a handful of workers moved with quiet focus.
Saws buzzed, sending fine wood dust cascading through the air like golden mist.
Hammers rang out, rhythmic and steady, echoing off the timbered walls.
Torvald showed no expression as he said,
"Sir Aaron, Mr. Edrin. Please follow me to my office."
He led them to a small, dimly lit room.
The walls were lined with leafy notes, each painted with inked diagrams, sketches of mechanisms, furniture joints, and abstract designs that hinted at invention.
Aaron’s eyes widened in amazement.
Edrin, meanwhile, looked around with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of the scattered brilliance.
Once they were seat
