OOM: In the forge, for Jean Valjean

[ostro_goth]

[[OOC: Immediately following this conversation]]

Teja is in the forge this evening, sharpening a new blade on his whetstone by the window.

Work goes slower without Javert; but then, on the other hand, the Goth has no war to outfit now, and he can make his swords at his leisure. This one is light and narrow, a thing that would have been used in the rennaissance or beyond, not a heavy medieval longsword.

The fire is burning low but steady, and the cats are sleeping by the hearth-stones, all four of them rolled up, with only one or two watchful eyes cracked open when a visitor enters.

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[road_to_calvary]

'I should like that very much.'

If there is ever such a time where dire, painful things do not rear their heads.

'But you are right; it seems it is God's will to have us delay. So be it. There is time enough.'

A smile then, brief but genuine, and he slips out of the door.

[ostro_goth]

After he is gone, Teja tidies up the forge, sends the cats out into the night, and then goes to find Guppy.