Teja is in the forge, doors thrown wide open to the lovely spring air, beating out katana blanks. Well, some of them might become naginata, if any has a desire for them, but it is the same work.
The cats are frolicking outside, wrestling with each other like kittens: - even lazy Ferdinand does so!
Teja has decided to stop thinking of his prisoned murderer for this day; it is a waste of bracing spring air. Let him
languish in his bare cell, with never a green thing in sight, while outside, all is budding and blooming.
[[OOC: Forge post open to customers or curious, friends or strangers, until it falls off the page! The link above leads to a new visiting post for Urquhart, who is now getting antsy. Feel free to have your pup drop by and either comfort or plague him!]]