Continued from Leaving Thargelion Pt III
It had been a long day at the forge, and Estarfin savoured the warm water on his skin. He washed away the soot and sweat from his face, arms and chest. The silver basin of water swiftly grew darker with the dirt of the forge, and Estarfin dried himself with a clean swathe of cloth. He flexed his hands to ease the familiar ache and moved his head from side to side, stretching his neck.
