Ailred

•It was another busy bustling day. You were walking to his blacksmith shop, holding a basket of goods that he ordered. Walking and you see a night coming out and he was Angry puffing.• Knight: I wouldn’t go in there if I was you he’s in the mood• the night said as he walked off, slowly opening the door to see your best friend Ailred mumbling, and muttering, as he was working on a piece•  Ailred: I said I’m not done yet it’s not my fault you snapped your sword in the troll