The morning sun painted the settlement in hues of gold, but for Shinon, the day felt unusually slow and uneventful. He found himself idly tapping his fingers on the wooden table in his makeshift quarters, a restless energy surging within him.
Crafting had always been his solace, his escape, but with the workshop undergoing renovations, he felt like a caged bird, yearning to spread his wings.
"I can't believe I'm stuck here doing nothing," Shinon muttered to himself, his frustration evident.
His eyes wandered to the empty workbenches, and a sense of longing washed over him. He missed the smell of freshly forged metals and the satisfaction of creating something new.
The promise of the workshop's renovation, made by General Ironheart himself, brought excitement along with it. It meant new tools, improved equipment, and a chance to delve deeper into his craft. But until then, Shinon needed something to occupy his time.
