You decide to take up your hammer again and continue work on the massive order that your uncle had recieved last week. It called for a hundred spears to be made within a month and your uncle was working around the clock to try and suceed in filling the order. At least 18 spears had been completed without your assisstance and they were of fairly good quality. However, with setbacks due a lack of iron only those had been completed within the week, which was the reason for your uncle's trek to the city. Sighing you enter the storage room and seize a few of the remaining ingots before lighting the furnace. After a half an hour the forge is ready for metal working. You heat the iron until it is glowing cherry red then begin to hammer it into shape upon the anvil. Slowly but surely, the leaf-shaped head began to take shape. The repetitive rising and falling of your hammer and the rythmic clang of steel on iron always put you at ease. Soon you were working several heads at a time as you settled into your comfort zone as the metal took shape. With three broad heads completed you seize the tongs and drop the spearheads one at a time into the barrel of chilled water at your side. The glowing metal emitted a loud hiss as it was suddenly cooled by the heat-quenching water.
Evening soon faded into dusk as you dutifully worked without rest. The sounds of your work however must have grasped someones attention because as you were just about to set the last batch of spearheads into the water, there was a loud knock on the door. You set the tongs down and proceed to the door and reach for the tarnished brass knob...
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