The scars of the past

Cleora stood still; her smile seemed to grow more and more warm as she watched him.

Jolthar huffed but didn't respond.

Instead, he let his gaze sweep across the field again, already picturing how the forge would be laid out—the massive smelters, the anvils, the storage for raw materials, and the barracks for the workers. It would take time, resources, and skilled hands, but once complete, it would be a forge unlike any other.

And to fund it, he had turned to Milan.

Cleora had already called for an expert—a renowned builder with knowledge in constructing forges and smithies. Jolthar had spoken with the man earlier, discussing the necessary structures, the costs, and the scale of their ambition. It would be no small task, but Jolthar was determined.