The village bustled with activity as the sun cast its warm glow over the Forest of Elder. Human knights and goblin soldiers mingled, their voices blending into a lively hum of conversation. Some sparred in practice yards, while others tended to daily tasks. Amidst it all, Lenora found herself in her workshop, nestled among tools and materials passed down from her father.
Lenora meticulously worked on her bow, a prized possession crafted with care. The string, made from a unique metal, possessed a resilience that allowed it to bend without breaking. With the Ethereal Gaze of Godsmith bestowed upon her, Lenora carefully adjusted the tension of the string, ensuring it was as elastic and responsive as possible.
Beside her, Jay entered the workshop with a determined expression. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he observed Lenora's craftsmanship.
"Morning, Lenora," Jay greeted warmly, leaning against a nearby workbench.