With a thud, the smithing hammer clattered to the floor. Makanárë stared at it blankly, eyelids drooping. How long had she been in the forges? Hours? Days? She had lost count. Glancing at the polished steel blades which lay on the table before her, she nodded in satisfaction. All the commissions which she had received in the past month lay finished and ready to be delivered, as finely hammered and polished as she could manage.
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