The hunters guild here is the tower closest to the wall.
The flower array that is on the wood of the southern hunters guild in Idris, adorns a hanging sign across the dirt road from the tall tower.
The sign hangs in front of a two story building that resembles a wide tavern connected to a one story warehouse with chimneys blowing smoke.
This is apparently the blacksmith.
I don't see the usual pieces of metal lying around, or any anvils, giving away their profession.
The only thing that let's me know this is a blacksmith is the iron and steel smell.
Like earth, and fire rolled together.
The acrid smell of cold steel is blended with the sweet smell of red hot iron.
I inhale deeply in the night.
I am grateful.
Knocking on the door before opening it, I am met with a wide shop with blades, and spears of all sizes, racked on the walls.
