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The old blacksmith had once wished to see the black smoke rising from the furnace through his window. Winters went a step further, directly inviting the old man to participate in the lighting ceremony.
The old blacksmith gladly accepted, first by carriage, then by stretcher, taking great effort to reach the foot of Tie Feng Mountain—his first departure from Revodan in eight years.
And then there was Caman.
The young Priest was now reluctantly sprinkling Holy Water on the high furnace, holding a gold bowl in one hand and a small broom in the other.
The Paratu People have a morbid love for "blessing ceremonies." Men can be blessed, weapons can be blessed, agricultural tools can be blessed... Anyway, splashing some Holy Water never hurts.
So Winters spent quite some time impressing upon Caman the grand principles, dragging him along to consecrate the high furnace.