seru_ame
Cainan pushed his mane back out of his eyes as he sat at the table inside his smithy. At Mid-morning his day was already turning sour. He was pouring over the books for the guild and thing's didn't look good. Cainan wasn't sure if it was his faulty math or something else . Either way, things weren't adding up like they used to. He sincerely hoped it was just him and there was nothing unsavory taking place within the guild. He glanced forlornly at the glowing coals withing the forge. He really wanted to work on a new style of armor he'd thought of the previous night but without a buyer it was chancy to experiment until he had sorted out where this money was disappearing.
Cainan leaned back in his chair, his arms stretched above his head making his back crack. He cracked his neck from side to side and bent back down over the books with a groan. He sent a silent prayer to Nimrochiell.