The sharp clang of a hammer rang out rhythmically in front of Joseph's house.
Sparks flew like fireworks every time the large hammer struck the red-hot iron. The sweltering heat from the forge, combined with the exertion of all his strength, made Joseph so hot he had shrugged off his outer animal hide, revealing a sturdy upper body glistening with sweat.
Afraid of disturbing the rhythm of his work, Eric just led Leo to stand at a safe distance, watching quietly. Not until Joseph put the hammer down, finishing a stage, did he step forward.
"Young Eric! You're back!" Joseph exclaimed, his booming voice unable to hide his clear joy and relief.
As one of the few who knew the true purpose of the trip, he had been worried sick these past days. The road to the sea was too far and fraught with danger; even a small mistake could be costly.
Eric smiled in reply: "Yes, we got back to the tribe last night."
