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Raban and Harreld
Raban smiled slightly, glad that the smith turned out so obliging. During their short exchange of words, Raban had been able to detect that the smith had not been angry when he entered, but consumed by some great trouble. His years and experience enabled him to observe the expressions and feelings of his fellow men to some degree. He almost asked what troubled him, but held his tongue. That would have to wait for further acquaintance – at least another couple minutes.
“I should be unwilling to cause you any sort of annoyance and make you stop your work. Let me find the boy, and he and I will begin making space while you work, and instruct us where to put things. Will that suffice?”
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