#baronyofthesilverwolf

The fingers are slender, but knobby at the knuckles, and few would recognize the grace in these old digits. But they move with decades of practice of practice as the leather is shaved and shaped

The old nocker wipes at his forehead briefly, adjusting his positioning...

and keeps going at it. "Don't give me no sass, I'll tell you what, I'll staple you back on the bull you came from" He might be heard cursing.

His accent he's never lost. Some think it's an affectation, his desire to sound like a cursing western cowhand from a bad movie.

but there's no denying, the man's one of the best saddlemakers in Apples.

It takes time, anything worth while does. Furking Pisher boggans always rush, that's why they never break the mold, only fit to it. But soon, the patterns in the leather forming, a snowflake within a sunburst, the angles of it denoting motion.

It takes time, a whole lot of precious time, but finally, the new saddle, the gift, is ready

One worthy of Baroness Nadeen Dancingsnow. Yes, the Baron Aiden will be pleased.