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mickilennialTaxian Furthlowe
The rich aroma of Freshly brewing coffee lingered heavily in the air of Taxian’s kitchen as it brewed over a modest cooking fire. The large blacksmith sat at his writing desk within the parlor of his home pouring over his ledgers thoughtfully as he waited; his mother's old leather bound diary tucked carefully away out of harm's reach. The book and a few shattered memories where the only possessions he had left of his mother.
He paused from his readings and moved to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee, catching a glimpse of dying embers of his forge outside. It would soon be dinner time. He had picked a great location for his home and shop actually. It was on elevated plot of land near the edge of the town, far away enough from other homes so he did not disturb them and vice versa. Often the smoke of his forge could be seen rising from quite a distance away so people were able to locate the shop easily enough. It was a bit of a walk to get to the center of the town where all the bustles of the day took place, but he didn't mind it all that much.
Inhaling deeply as the coffee aroma reached his nostrils his lips drew into a slight smile. In all his years, he had never come across a better tasting coffee then how is Mother used to make and he was thankful she had passed the secrets off to him when he was younger.
The large blacksmith returned to his desk, coffee in hand and highlighted several outstanding items in his ledger that need the most attention muttering to himself. Taxian didn’t really enjoy chasing after his customers for bills, but that came with the territory of running a successful business.
Sliding the ledger to the side he turned his attention to is work orders for the next day, absently arranging them in a specific order of progression before his eyes shifted to his mother's diary, and a few moments later he took it into his large hands as one would handle a newborn child then gently leafed through it skimming over a few entries before returning it to its rightful place as that definitive feeling of guilt threatened to enshroud him.
“What a life we could’ve lived ma! Had I only been stronger back then. Perhaps we would be sharing coffee together right now” he spoke aloud as a heavy sighed passed through him.
As if often was, the only way of easing his troubled thoughts was working the forge and shaping metal. It was hard to explain, but there was something about glowing metal and wild flames that offered a perfect refuge for the veteran fighter. So with one final swig, he finished his coffee then made his way back to the forge. There was still some daylight left so he tended the coals once more and brought a blaze to life so he could finish off a few simple projects. If he never got around to cooking that evening, once he was cleaned up, he would just head over to Katherine’s local watering hole for some of her food.
