Peaceful Farming (29)

Arpious glanced over, setting down a whetstone. "A hoof knife. Used to clean and trim the edges of a horse's hoof."

He nodded, carefully placing it where it belonged. Even simple work like this had its own quiet satisfaction, knowing that come morning, everything would be ready when they needed it.

By the time they finished, every tool was sharpened, cleaned, and stored in its proper place. The scent of oil and leather mixed with the lingering warmth of their efforts, creating a sense of completion. They had done more than just maintain their equipment—they had ensured the farm's readiness for the days ahead.