41st of Fall 513 AV Ironworks Ethan slowly stretched as he awoke. Yesterday after leaving the Ironworks Foundry Ethan had gone on a run around the Training Pits, and after five miles of running, coupled with his daily routine of doing close to a hundred push up, jumping jacks, sit ups, and pulls up during the run Ethan was soar. Even the basic movement of rubbing his face with his hand brought out the stiffness in his fingers and forearm. What he really needed was a bath at Soothing waters and a day of rest, instead he needed to go into work tonight. Ethan pinched his nose at the thought of work. Tonight wouldn’t be about creating, Ethan was just too new to metalsmithing to actually be trusted with casting. No if he was lucky one of the senior apprentices would show him casting and give him something simple like creating tin spoons. However, Ethan had never really been born lucky, so it was likely cleaning and bellows work for him tonight. He would have to check on his patch work of the furnace that he called Big Kate. Ethan got up slowly feeling his legs sore from all the running he had been doing. Additionally, his shins were hurting from the kicking and overall punishment that his Ser Maximus fighting style had taught him. Ethan went over to the never ending stew that he kept cooking in his hearth. He had purchased a tough hunk of goat meat to add to the stew. He had placed it in before he went to bed and overall he was pretty sure that since he had sliced it up into cubes that the meat would at least be cooked. Sadly, whether it would be tender or not was a different question. So after dishing out a helping of stew, Ethan chopped up a bunch of carrots, one onion and potato, along with several herbs and dumped them into the pot. Ethan sighed… Stew again tomorrow and the next day, I have to learn how to make a better meal for myself. Meal preparation took a great deal of time and energy, both which seemed to be lacking from Ethan’s life at the moment. Stew on the other hand was simply about adding water, bones, meat, and vegetables. It didn’t take a genius to maintain the low fire in the hearth, and usually the stew was pretty decent. He went about eating his meal, with lack of enthusiasm that boarded on down right boredom. Slowly Ethan went through his morning, or was it evening now, routine getting dressed and moving. The hallways and eventually streets of Syliras were so much more different at night then in the morning. People were packing up from shops and going home or to the local tavern. People were excited instead of the subdue energy that was normal every morning. No if anything Syliras was a different town during the evening, people had a day to talk about instead of a plans for one. It was in that atmosphere that Ethan showed up to the Ironworks. The night shift senior apprentices talking with the daily shift. Learning what tasks needed to be continued, what could wait till the morning, and what eventually was extra duties that always were given to those on nights. Since Ethan was single, he often showed up early and enjoyed listening to the meetings. Some of the day shift seniors apprentices that he worked often seemed like friends, but now that he was attending the meetings, a few would speak about how a smith here or there hadn’t completed their orders so it was up to the night shift. It was strange to hear the blaming the inexperience smiths, while other seniors merely shared what they did, and what still needed to be done. Ethan learned that the smelting pots that they had used and setup to do copper, brass, and bronze last night had been exhausted and that now they had switched Big Kate over to coal and iron ore. Ethan seemed happy that he wouldn’t have to switch the big girl over to coal, but he knew what was coming. It was then that the day shift senior apprentice informed his night time counterpart that all the pots they had used had not been cleaned and would have to be cleaned and filled up with iron scrap for repurposed bars, on top of that the knighthood asked for several new candleholders, so from the iron scrap the holders would come from it. Ethan relaxed his shoulders and thought about all the iron he had sorted last night, now he was going to have to do it all over again. The senior apprentice whistled at Ethan while he motioned for him to come here. “Alright Ethan, we have about thirty smelting pots that need cleaning, I want you to take four of our youngest apprentices and work the furnace close to the slag pit. You did a decent job starting up the large furnace yesterday, so I will trust you to fun the smaller one on cleaning duty, we also got some tin ore in so start adding it to the furnace, it just needs a first pass smelt and then we can get someone more experience to refine it down.” Ethan wasn’t sure how he felt about the task. On the one hand, he was put in charge of the four youngest members of their team. Apprentices with less than a couple of seasons to them, usually they were devoted to the smallest and heaviest tasks to build up muscle and learn caution around the forge or furnace. So he should have been happy that the senior recognized him as leadership material and that he knew that job would be done right. Yet, he also didn’t trust Ethan on a final smelt of something like tin. Tin was an easy ore to work with, low heat was needed to transform the tin ore into molten liquid, but from that transformation small specks of rock, coal, and ash would become trapped in the metal and float along with it. Those small specks of rock often interrupted the properties of the metal and if one wasn’t careful the small channel in the furnace that led to a spout for a pot would carry large chucks as well. So it was up to Ethan to fish the material out, and apparently he wasn’t trusted to do a decent enough job for a first pass. Still it didn’t matter what Ethan felt, it was a work and he had been tasked to do it. Picking the four apprentices, he went to the furnace to see what he needed to do. |