Dual pup post: Joslire at the forge, Robert St Clair in the woods.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire was enjoying himself, but was also a bit worried. The village had seen to stock him with much sword-worthy steel, as well as hilts of all sorts. So there were swords in plenty on display, from all eras in history, Joslire hammering yet another at the anvil. This made him happy. The fact that the village seemed to think a large number of swords would be required -- this made him less so.

Robert was...not doing well. He didn't want to drag his friends down when they'd been doing everything friends could do, so he made arrangements for Hannah to be cared for for a couple of hours, and took himself to the woods around the lake. In less than three months it would have been a year. Hannah was now holding onto the furniture and walking along it, and she was a joy, with smiles that lit up a room, and a merry little baby chuckle. Despite this, or perhaps because of it -- Hannah had her mother's eyes, missing Ruby hit him like a kick to the solar plexus, nearly taking his breath away. He stopped walking and leaned against a tree, staring out over the water, trying to breathe through a chest grown tight.

[ooc: tag either, Jos at the forge, or Robert to, in, or coming from the woods]