Five ladies were huddled together in the corner of the courtyard, packed shoulder to shoulder as the guilty conspirators that they were.
Feng, Felicity, Seraphiel, Kitsara, and Rosie. The cheekiest of the household.
Their eyes shone with sheer amazement and wonderment, while their lips fought not to gasp every other second.
Why was this strange bunch of ladies so worked up?
*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!*
Each strike of a smith's hammer was loud enough to rattle teeth.
Even from their "safe" hiding spot, the girls were drenched in the heat the forge bled into the air. Sweat tickled down their backs, yet none of them even thought of moving further away.
Because what they were staring at… oh, that was worth every drop of discomfort.
Inside the smithy stood Quinlan.
Half-naked.
