Mimarack becomes a cobbler
After much preparation, I began carving wooden signs to let all the other elves know I was open for business. Under the THOD creed, the elves of the Forest of Tari did not recieve wages for work, but instead used a system of bartering. Before I had learned to be a cobbler, I had traded nuts and berries and such for things I needed. But now I would traded mended and new shoes for these things myself.
I have placed the signs near the entrance of my workshop, and the front of the road as well as the crossroad where Spawlet leads away from Timber Glen and towards Rivital. I have attended a town meeting for residens of Spawlet, and let everyone know that my workshop will be open. On returning home I spent a quiet evening thinking of Poltoy and the time we spent repairing his home and all he has taught me. I am eternally grateful.
On rising I will not open the workshop just yet, as I have awhile before the other elves will be out and about. I decide to go into the workshop and make a new pair of shoes, these will be for Poltoy. I think this is appropriate.
As I pick up the little leather carving too, I stretch a piece of leather over the shoe mold. The tools are easy to use. It feels as if I am holding quick silver. I find myself shaping the shoe with ease, and it feels as if I have been doing this for quite sometime. In no time the shoes are finished and I placed them in one of the small wooden crates that Poltoy gave me to store my supplies. I can almost hear him saying "use the tools to do good for others". I plan to give him the shoes on his return to Spawlet, which is only 9 days away. I shall have a grand feast for him, on his return.
I open the workshop doors for the first time, and look out into the forest.
As I was daydreaming a young elf approaches.
"Hail, and well met" he says.
After returning to my shop, there is an elder elf waiting. He seems weary.
I approach him and ask if there is anything I can do for him. He shoes me his worn shoes,
and asks if I can fix them. After inspecting them, I let him know that I cannot repair them
since they are so tattered. However, I offer to make him a new pair.
Afer storing most of the berries and branches, I loaded up my own cart to prepare for the chestnut roast. What a grand day!
*Note: these writings are continued on a regular basis