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Two weeks turned their tides along the hourglass. Erlind quickly grew restless with the simplicity of temple duties. In a burst of impulse and what felt like a near-panic, he found his way to the hall for Morthal's Guild of Smiths and asked what he must do for a job.
"I do not have my articles of apprenticeship, but I can send for them; Master Durush Nailskull of Daggerfall was my teacher, registered with the guild there."
Morthal's guildmaster of the forges, a broad woman by the name of Hrordis Steelgut, looked him up and down. "This isn't some fancy High Rock city, lad. I remember you helping my journeymen during the rebuild, and I remember the way you fought in that damn bastard's cave." She nodded toward a board on the wall. "If that temple is truly too placid for you, take a job, see it done, do it well, and you'll have your crest."
Erlind bowed low, ignoring Master Hrordis' eye-roll, and did as he was told. Horseshoes, wheel-frames, hooks, pots and pans, knives, wood-axes, paraphernalia for the everyday in a city which got its food from fishing and marsh-crops. The occasional replacement blade or jack chain for the guards; nothing overtly complicated in comparison to plate, but Erlind had not reached the point of such armours anyway.
With the help of his magic, Erlind had finished three of the projects he'd chosen by the time Master Hrordis came to check on him, and those who were using the same forge as he were farther along in their own than they'd expected to be, by the way they murmured. A thread of telekinesis to pump the bellows freed up the apprentices for other duties, and for his own works the use of flame coaxed to behave kept the metal hot enough to work without needing the forge quite as much.
Master Hrordis looked at Erlind, looked at what he'd done, demanded he show her what he had been doing and exactly how he'd done it, and marched him to her office.
"Any one of my smiths who have the barest scrap of magical talent, you will teach them or you will find someone who can, and you're free of your guild dues for the next...half a decade."
