The News

Markus, as per usual, was busy hammering at his anvil far before any of his fellow smiths were awake, as they all seem to find very creative excuses to work as little as possible. Markus pounded away at yet another arrowhead, having made around 12 this morning alone. As he was focusing on his work, he missed the sound of the entrance to the smithy opening, and the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Do you ever sleep?” asked a voice from behind markus.

“HOLY…” Markus whirled around to see Orel Romus, the town’s master blacksmith chuckling at Markus’s reaction. “Good morning sir…” Markus sighed.

“Markus my lad, I need you to go wash up and put on some decent clothes." he says, clapping Markus on the shoulder. " We have been called to the Keep. They have a huge job for us and I'm going to need your help." Upon saying this, Orel left. “Don’t forget to clean your boots!” he called over his shoulder.

Markus, still reeling from the news, finished up the arrowhead, And began to wash up. What on earth could the Keep need from us? He thought to himself. He pushed it from his mind as he prepared for the trip, donning a far more formal outfit than he had anticipated wearing. However, considering that he usually wears extremely casual working clothes, this isn't saying much.

Markus jogged down the stairs and out the door to meet up with Orel, and the two of them proceeded towards the Keep. Markus spending the trip musing to himself about what could possibly be in store for them upon arrival.