Ian walked into the familiar warmth, and a young carpenter greeted him: "The boss is here!"
"Last day at work, be late and you'll miss the copper lamp." He replied with a smile, taking off his cloak and putting on a leather apron.
The camp grew warmer, with the fire by the west wall burning brightly.
Today is the last workday before winter closure, no need for major construction, everyone only responsible for finishing touches and repairs.
The apprentices under Ian were busy around two unfinished large wooden boxes.
He walked over without saying much, directly taking up the planer, starting to smooth the grooves on the corners.
Sawdust flew, his hands were knobby, with calluses accumulated over the years.
The planer moved steadily, leaving the wooden surface polished as smooth as pebbles.
A young carpenter couldn't help but exclaim: "Master, the edges you carve, not even my dad can reach this level."
