Nights of splendor, Company and joy.

For the last few days, I’ve made company with a Dwarf named Nimbi. So enthusiastic about books and knowledge that while it surprised me... he reminded me of myself. Always hunting for knowledge and the next big thing. So I gave him some of my honey berry mead. Finished dinner with the rest of my company and saw them off... I had finished a few commissions and received but a few more taking my time in making Cynrien her own set of Rohirric field armour. A beautiful leather vest with chainmail accents and plenty of utility pouches. Alongside that was her dagger, folded Rohirric steel. With a handle wrapped in elk leather and strands of Bjorns hair. The cross guard was two horse heads of fine carving. Although it appeared this piece was no better than some of my paid commissions. So, when I was finished with a piece of her armour, on the way to forge another in the middle of the night I apparently smacked my shin into my anvil. Leading to.. a very disgusting infection that Arelienbur had so graciously cleaned for me. Drunk and tired, we told stories of our times of near death, and although it was a long terrifying tale.. it was like a weight lifted from my chest. I woke the next morning to Cynrien. The woman who made the last few nights bearable.