#All right – Jarret's and Flitz's in-the-past stories continue! Dun-dun-DUU!
I'm horrible in mole speech so I hereby apologize beforehand this incorrect rendition ^^'' #
"'Dis is enuff furr to'noight. Time t' git 'ome"
Giving out a relieved gasp, Jarret slip into sitting position, letting a sword he was holding rest besides him. The seventeen-seasons old half-breed was panting, his face and chest gleaming from the sweat he had worked on him.
"Did I do well?" He asked, looking up to his mentor who never seemed to be tired out after their sword-practice.
Master Beech smiled and nodded his black furred head, while putting his sword away.
"Ho aye, you dunn gurt"
Blacksmith Billet Beech was a mole, one of the few beasts living in the village who wasn't a mouse - with long legs or not. He was short as moles tended to be, but he had arms so strong he could lift two a bucket of ore on both his shoulders and carry them around whole day without even breaking a sweat. Besides worn out trousers he didn't bother to wear anything else as leather-apron was all he needed when working in-front of the forge's fire.
"I ginna leef 'de closing-up t' 'ee. Shut ee vents an' prepare ee fireplace fur tumurrow. An' rimember lockie ee duur"
"Of course master Beech"
"'en gudd noight, laddo"
"Good night master Beech"
After master Beech had left, Jarret stayed on the floor for a while, looking around in the smithy. Like some village's home-holes, Beech's Smithy was mined into the very bedrock of the ground. In other parts of village tunnels and living-quarters were dug into the softer soil, where the walls, floors and everything were treated and stamped stiff, strengthen with wooden support structures. But the Sithy was built into bedrock, as it was the most safest location when dealing with fire and heat.
With small grunt Jarret stood up on his feet and turned to fulfill his duties as blacksmith's apprentice. First he had to cover the forge's ember with coals so that they would burn till the morning. The fire was always easier to start when there was some hot ember left in the forge.
The forge was in the back-corner of the smithy and different kind of forging tools hanged on the walls near it. Jarret checked everything there was in order - As he did same for the cold water sink and massive block anvil next to it.
Then he pulled the chains, closing the air vents for the night. When there was a blazing fire in the forge, the underground Smithy become boiling hot very fast. And without vents it would be impossible bear the heat.
"That should do it...", he said, wiping his hands. Next thing was to check the store-side of the smithy. Master Beech's Smithy was a quite large room since other side of it functioned as the shop for all the things Jarret helped the blacksmith forge day after day. There were many metal tools like shovels and hoes, axes and saws, but also some other every-day ordinary things like kitchen knives, cauldrons and things like that.
Surprisingly there was a large empty area in middle of the Smithy, but master Beech had made good use for it, as he usually tested out the weapons he forged. Yes, master Beech forged also weapons and there were many ready specimen hanging on the cave wall on their wooden holders. There was a line of swords - both long and short - and javelins too as sometimes fisherbeasts used them when killing off sharks that swam too near the village's coast. But there was also real spears, too heavy actually be thrown, but dangerous when trusting, couple of shields and many more.
Master Beech was very painstaking when it came to the weapons and he checked carefully if the weapon - be it sword, javelin or spear - was balanced accordingly. So it was good to have some space in the Smithy to do the testing. And, for last three years it had also been a practice area for Jarret, as the mole-smith had taught him how to use a sword. It had started when master Beech had caught him trying to swing one of the sword from the rack. What had his master said back then? 'Wi' 'at wooving ee b'ain't hitting yurr oppoonent even iffen hee stuud still'? And then the mole had showed how to hold on the weapon correctly…
But enought the memory trip - he should get going. Everything here seemed to be clean and reaqdy for the tomorrow. Jarret grabbed his shirt and collected the sword from the floor. After he placed the weapon in its place, he stretchred his arms. He was always tired after sword-practice but in good way.
"I wonder if Flitz is already up...", he pondered to himself.