GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Autumn at the lake was quickly becoming one of of Harbringr's favorite things. It was so calm and cool and the morning sunlight felt so good in contrast to the crispness of the air. They had less than a month before winter started moving in and Hari reckoned it would be even less than that. The autumn had been unusually cool and winter seemed intent on moving in at a rapid pace. With fuel in his jaws he moved back to the kiln that Ari had constructed out of clay. It had been built with palm fibers to strengthen the clay and he had hot coals burning at the base with the opening facing out towards him and not up so as to keep as much heat as possible. Another clay slab had been set up so that it could be rolled in and out of the kiln. Upon it lay the metal rod that Harbringr was trying to soften so that it could be worked. In truth Ari, his macaque, would do most of the metal work with a small metal hammer while Har instructed in regards to what he was looking for. Since the discovery of the Veteran's Plateau a wealth of opportunities had opened up and he was anxious and excited to see what he could do.
