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There are several fires in the forge. It must, logically, take different kinds of fuels and flame to run; fires that melt steel can't be run off your average tree limb.
But the forge has a place for firewood, maybe just because someone likes wood fires; and Deitmar's been going out in the early morning, once every two days, to break things productively. He hates excess.
Anyone who got close enough to wonder whether it was really wise to approach a young man working with an axe would quickly realize there's actually no hatchet. He's doing it rather uniquely; a chisel is shoved into the end of the wood he wants broken, it's set up on the block, and then he slams the heel of his hand down on the chisel. He's hit himself a couple times with flying pieces, and skinned his arm a few times already when he's missed. Usually he finds his sleeve bloody, later.
He doesn't usually feel it until then. And even then, it doesn't hurt like it should.
But the forge has a place for firewood, maybe just because someone likes wood fires; and Deitmar's been going out in the early morning, once every two days, to break things productively. He hates excess.
Anyone who got close enough to wonder whether it was really wise to approach a young man working with an axe would quickly realize there's actually no hatchet. He's doing it rather uniquely; a chisel is shoved into the end of the wood he wants broken, it's set up on the block, and then he slams the heel of his hand down on the chisel. He's hit himself a couple times with flying pieces, and skinned his arm a few times already when he's missed. Usually he finds his sleeve bloody, later.
He doesn't usually feel it until then. And even then, it doesn't hurt like it should.