Two-pup forge post
It is a cold, crisp day, and usually, the warmth of the forge-fire would be welcome. But today, Teja is nervous and would rather not be here, but feels he must.
Even though Sameth had warned him, he is quite displeased to see Urquhart in the forge.
The big Scotsman has brought a bag of small pieces of apple-wood, split into equal lengths and gently dried for a few days, and is now working on them on the lathe, turning them into wooden crossbow bolts.
Teja is standing by the forge-fire, arms folded, watching his erstwhile murderer like a hawk.
The animal, more sensible than humans, have curled up in a warm corner, the cats all over Franz the dog, comfortable and easy.-
[[OOC: Say in your tag who you want -- Teja, Urquhart, or both!]]
Even though Sameth had warned him, he is quite displeased to see Urquhart in the forge.
The big Scotsman has brought a bag of small pieces of apple-wood, split into equal lengths and gently dried for a few days, and is now working on them on the lathe, turning them into wooden crossbow bolts.
Teja is standing by the forge-fire, arms folded, watching his erstwhile murderer like a hawk.
The animal, more sensible than humans, have curled up in a warm corner, the cats all over Franz the dog, comfortable and easy.-
[[OOC: Say in your tag who you want -- Teja, Urquhart, or both!]]