05/11/2026
Fresh-cut timber has little story to tell. It takes patient hands before the wood begins to carry the look of something hauled through the old halls beneath the mountain and kept beside the forgefires of Grimhall for generations.
One of the quieter labors of the forge...
The old methods leave their mark in strange ways. Chainmail to burnish the grain smooth as river stone. Antler to work warmth into the timber. Even the wood’s own shavings returned to it during the process. Layer upon layer of dyes and oils, tested beside the forgefire through long trial and error, all in pursuit of that deep warmth carried by the relics of older days.