Who Will Go?

Clank, clink, clink…

Every day of the week, from day to night and from night to day, the sound of hammering metal never stopped coming from the Lancaster's workshop tower as steam continue to puff from its steel pipes in rhythmic intervals. 

The number of qualifying apprentice blacksmiths gradually exceeded the workplace capacity of the workshop. 

As wealthy as the Lancasters were, their money did not supply them enough hands to meet the demands of the ongoing projects in the Capital. 

Concessions were made and the North District's nobles were happily taken on board. Discontent was quelled and everyone was happy to have a part of the blacksmithing industry. 

Sharing slices of a bigger cake was better than hogging a small cake to oneself, especially if it hinders the kingdom's development. It was a win-win situation for everyone.