Cedwyn watched the grey plumes of smoke climb into the early morning sky, rising and dispersing against the grey clouds above.
The outdoor oven, at the Hamglen Trading Post, was efficiently baking the first round of bread loaves to be delivered to her customers a little later that morning.
A quick glance at the lands before a warm breakfast. The Black Steel has been living in the wilds for about two months, looking for a source of knowledge. The sight of barrows and tombs certainly provide a concern, but it was quickly forgotten when breakfast was cooking.
The tavern was finally cleaned when Lieta stepped out to head back to the Black Steel barracks. After a day of nonsense, both with Sigfread being nice and then mean, and a meal she cooked for a few of her friends, Lieta was ready to collapse in bed and sleep. No reading or studying, just sleep. It was a strange but fairly memorable birthday for the new seventeen year old.