Copper Beneath the Black Forest

WhiteFinch

I ran into Bjorn, a warrior with a fine home, and stood beside him in my first trial against Eikthyr. I claim no share of his burden—his glory is his own. I ranged deeper into the Black Forest and found my first copper node, then hewed the ore with my own hands. The metal has heard my name now. I also gave the barn a new chimney and a wraparound upper deck, for even a humble barn deserves battlements. Blueberries came into my keeping, and I made my first jam. Then I fashioned boar jerky and filled my willing belly. Copper in the earth, jam in the jar, and jerky in my gut: the homestead grows teeth.