Village next to the People's Palace -- Forge
It's been a long morning for Michael and it's still had a while until lunch. Which meant that the fire stayed hot, the hammer in his hand continued to swing, clanging loudly against steel as he worked on the sword in his other hand. He could already see the small imperfections in it that said he would be making another one after this. It'd be good enough for the soldiers of the Da'Haran army, but not for his father.
He was well aware of the whispers and giggles, though he tried to tune them out the best he could. And he figured he was doing a fair enough job between concentrating on what he was doing and his thoughts about how close his eighteenth birthday was. You couldn't go anywhere without one or more servants talking about the plans. From what he's heard, it will be so much bigger than Anya and Jenna's eighteenth, all the important people of the land being there. And he'll be attending in the family robes, a sign of his status as heir. He wasn't sure when he was ever going to get the fitting in between all the work at the forge, though he was hoping he'd have plenty of time to spare if he could just get these last kinks out of his work.
He was well aware of the whispers and giggles, though he tried to tune them out the best he could. And he figured he was doing a fair enough job between concentrating on what he was doing and his thoughts about how close his eighteenth birthday was. You couldn't go anywhere without one or more servants talking about the plans. From what he's heard, it will be so much bigger than Anya and Jenna's eighteenth, all the important people of the land being there. And he'll be attending in the family robes, a sign of his status as heir. He wasn't sure when he was ever going to get the fitting in between all the work at the forge, though he was hoping he'd have plenty of time to spare if he could just get these last kinks out of his work.