Smithy
Skinning rabbits wasn't something he particularly enjoyed but he was exceptionally good at it. Smithy was good with a lot of things in fact. He took up black smiting like a fish to water, there was almost nothing he couldn't repair or make. He even invented new gadgets in his spare time. His artisan's hands were strong and nimble; perfect for his line of work. After he finished skinning them he placed the furs on the tanning rack to let the sun do its job.
Jane's birthday was approaching soon and Smithy was working on making her a gift. He had invented a blade sharpener that had two whet stones placed adjacently so that it would sharpen both sides at the same time which was more convenient than a conventional stone that could only sharpen one side at a time. The general tool was ready but he was working on personalizing the metal around it. He wanted it to be special for Jane. After dropping off the rabbits in the kitchen, Smithy started to work on engraving the design on it but was interrupted.
"Smithy, do you have a spare string for my lute?" Called a young man in blue "E, if you please."
Smithy rummaged through the drawer of instrument pieces.
"Do be careful Jester, It's the last one." Smithy cautioned. "I won't be able to make you any more until I get some more scrap metal"
"Thank you, Smithy." Jester said as he re-strung his instrument. He sang and played a melody as he walked away, his bells chiming with each step.
Smithy went back to the little sharpener. Having only worked on it for a few minutes, he was interrupted yet again, this time by Sir Ivon.
"Ready me a horse lad, I've got a date with a saucy bar mistress" Bellowed the Irishmen. The red haired man looked strange dressed in finery. He was usually clad in his worn scale armor. He even tried to slick his hair to appear more fashionable.
Smithy sighed; it wasn't easy being the only black smith/ repairmen/ stable hand in the castle.