Thank the gods our little world has enough to eat. Her thoughts turned to her home, the great city of Highhelm, she prayed it wasn't cut off from its food sources.
And thank the Torag I ended up somewhere with a good smithy. Haha I would have gone crazy, going this long without feeling the heat of a forge and the sound of hammer against anvil. She did wonder
why her Dwarven friend had set up a life here, away from their kin. She suspected he was an outcast, but she dare not ask, lest she find a reason to hate him. Their makeshift community didn't have room for squabbles.
Phew. She wiped sweat from her forehead, putting her tools down. You mentioned a big task Tel Bays had for us?