Blacksmiths

It had been a really long day. Every farmer and his brother must have come through the Baron’s court with any and every imaginable complaint, infinitely testing the Baron’s usually reasonable temper. The cook had completely burnt his breakfast…and his lunch. His supper, at least, had been excellent – he’d been invited to a grand banquet at another castle – but a little excessive. He had walked it all off, though…after his carriage wheels broke. It was night time now, and the Baron really just needed to sleep. He changed wearily into his bedclothes, pulled aside the soft, purple blanket, and slipped into his large, majestic bed. Settling his head into his pillow, the Baron closed his eyes and began to drift away….

A sudden loud bang made him sit up suddenly. Another bang…and another. A deep scowl settled onto the Baron’s face. Those dratted blacksmiths! Why did his bedroom have to be right above the smithy?

Pulling his blanket over his ears, he tried again to fall asleep. Another unexpected sound penetrated his bedroom walls. An annoyingly cheerful minstrel song floated down from the floor above him. The baron sat up in his bed. Shoving his fists into his ears, he let out an aggravated scream…but nobody could hear him. ;)

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This was a fun little build. Didn’t photograph as well as I’d like…

 

I’ve had the chandelier design sitting around for almost a year, and the harp design for at least twice that long. Glad to finally use them! :)

 

Soli Deo Gloria! ;)

 

Done