Vincent's morning began earlier than most others as he woke to the diming stars. He had always woken up early and now he had a reason to wake up earlier. The coals of the forge were burning, though cool, and it was Vincent's job to add more coal to the fire so that it would burn hot enough. As the coals started to glow red, Vincent pumped the great bellows of the forge and forced air to flow into the space between the coals. Jerald walked into the forge in his usual garb, a simple leather apron with pockets for his tongs hammers, and such and simple woolen pants an shirt. "Ah, up already Vincent! Ya certainly are better than the other two lazy slugs. But, how am I suppose to be [i]your[/i] Master if you get up before me?" Jerald said as he used the back of his hand to check the heat of the forge.

"Ha, well of course I am better than those two fools. They stay up late drinking in the tavern while I am here clsoing the forge. As for that, if I didn't get up earlier than you, you would throw a bucket of water on me." Vincent said jokingly as he pumped the bellows once more. The air throughout the forge grew warmer as the fires began to burn hotter. Jerald responded to Vincent's joke with a chuckle as he read an order from the guards and and stables. "Well, we certainly do have quite a few orders. Says here we need six horse shoes, three nails for each, and minor reapirs for three hauberks," Jerald quickly looked at the hauberks before continuing," and it appears that the reapirs here are quite simply replacing seven links in the first two and at least twelve on this third one here." 

With a final grunt, Vincent finished pumping the bellows and groaned. Jerald's other two apprentices, Tychus and Hubert, both walked in to the forge with an obvious hanger to much of Jerald's displeasure. "Ah! So you two fools are finally here and I don't have to send out a search crew to hall your asses back here." Jerald yelled much to his pleasure. Both rubbed their foreheads as Jerald kept railing on before he issued orders. Tychus was to craft the horse shoes and Hubert was to make the nails for the shoes. Vincent, on the other hand, would be helping Jerald with the repairs to the hauberks and delivering finished products when they were done.

It was nearing night when all the finished products were done and Vincent was to deliver them. The cold night air was crisp and cooled the sweat on his face as he hauled the box of horse shoes and nails out to the stables and handed them over to the stable master. Vincent rested for only a few minutes in the stable before running back to the forge and hauling the hauberks to the quarter master for the guards. With his work done, Vincent was free to wonder through the courtyard. It was only afterwards that he realized that Gidja, one of the guards he had seen plenty of times in Wintershouse, was running into the armory with a singular purpose. Vincent's eyes wondered around the courtyard before he noticed there was a man who Gidja must have been dealing with before she left. The man seemed to be ill dressed for the cold of the north but most people were like that if they were coming from the south. Vincent wondered towards the door of the forge only to stand in the doorway in case anything exciting happened.