The compound was lively to the brims. A sea of sweat, spilled ale, and raw merriment followed a hard harvest and a healthy birth. Outside the timber-framed walls of the forge, the air was thick with raucous laughter sharp and bright as a new blade cutting through the cooling evening mist."To Elias!" a voice roared. Wooden mugs thumped against a scarred oak table in a heavy, rhythmic beat."And to the boy! May his arms be as strong as his father's and his heart as steady as the anvil!"It was Elias's inner circle. Men he had bled and worked with for years, gathered to celebrate the arrival of his firstborn. Elias sat among them, a grin stretching across a face still smudged with the soot of his trade, now mixed with spills of wine and the grease of roasted meat.Inside the main house, his wife Melissa was resting. The room was a hive of midwives and well-wishers who had helped deliver the red faced miracle into the world. After years of prayers, the boy was finally here, asleep in her
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