The air had its familiar smokey feel about it as Bianor sat on the anvil staring into the dying flames of the forge. As the second son of the villages blacksmith, it fell to him to ensure the fire was out. It was in these times he would think about his life and where it was leading, not likely to inherit the family's livelihood he was expected to find an apprenticeship from another trade.<br/>At 26 he was getting on in terms of settling down in life. A fact his father and elder brother made well aware to him every chance they had. He moved over to the door to get some fresh air when he happened to glance down the road out of the village, there she was Kallisto in all her glory, ready for the feast tonight no doubt, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>*sigh* Never would I have a chance with a girl like that. Muttering away as he headed back to the forge to douse the remaining embers.<br/>He removed his leather apron and hung it up as he heard the back door creak open. Strolling in, his father looked round, inspecting the worktops and forge. Nodding silently as he passed by the days work he came face to face with Bianor.<br/>Dropping a number of coins into his hand and grunting he turned around and walked back out. Smirking Bainor pocketed the coins and made his way out into the cooling evening air.<br/><br/>