Blacksmith T Shirt Novels & Stories

She smiled and showed her age with a few missing teeth. After a while, Ivar returned and took Yvayn on a tour. They went to the blacksmith, Ernor, on the eastern edge of town. Yvayn was right about the old man: his metal work was exquisite, even the hinges that held up the doors. “Ernor?” Ivar knocked on the open door of the smoky shop. Black iron tools hung on the walls. A large fire was in a pit just outside the door. A pile of coal was next to it as well as several shovels.

She shivered and looked away. As they turned down another street, the entire block was filled with blacksmiths. Everywhere flew anvils and hammers, and the ping of metal rang throughout the street, each blacksmith seeming to echo the other. There were also clay pits with large flames roasting slabs of red-hot metal, on which they were forging horseshoes, swords, and all sorts of metal work. Caitlin noticed the faces of children, black with soot, sitting by their father’s sides, watching them work. She felt badly that the children worked at such a young age. Caitlin looked everywhere for a sign of Scarlet, of her Dad, of any clue of why they were here—but she found none.

Only the blacksmiths bears the name Smiths. "So does it mean that if I give him a smirk, he will shiver with fear." Vic said to Ang who replied by saying yes, "This is crazy. About the second weakness we'll see about that."

It was widely acknowledged that blacksmiths residing near the borders were among the finest, second only to those in the capital city. As soon as I entered the blacksmiths' workshop, all of them halted their work and converged around me, wearing welcoming smiles and displaying flattery in their demeanor. Their eager eyes gleamed with anticipation, almost as if they could see gold coins flashing before them, presuming I was a significant customer. They proudly presented their best weapons and armors, handling them delicately and appraising them as though they were priceless treasures. However, despite their enthusiasm, I couldn't help feeling disappointed.