Delve of Fyrebend
Clinking as the hammer rebounds off the anvil
The crackling and immense heat from the forge
Grinding of blade on stone
Quenching of metal in water
Hooves of the horses carrying the wagon of ore from the mines
Music drifting out from the tavern
Chatter of the miners in the early morning
Footsteps crunching on the footpaths
Smoke rising from the fires
Scent of the damp wood,
Chill of the frosty alpine air
The gentle bleat from the mountain goats
The small farmland, grains stand tall
Game scampering around the mountain
Berries glistening in the foliage
The caves that look ominous, forboding to guests
The Mead Merchant grinning wide as he sells his wares
The hunters exchanging prideful looks as they examined their hunt
The game’s fur gleaming in the sun.
The Delve of Fyrebend where Heros call home.
