Bab 78: Freehaven, Part Three.

We passed many workstations and structures while following Hearth.

There was a gruff old blacksmith. He hammered away at smoldering steel over an ashen black anvil. With the Sun creeping below the horizon, he relied upon the glow of lantern light and the bed of cindery coals to see.

Next was a series of tented storehouses. Each was guarded by two soldiers dressed in makeshift studded brown-leather armor and boasted longswords. 

Amongst them stood Barrett; he angrily shouted at a soldier about "the careful distribution of food" or something along those lines.

After passing numerous bunkhouses, we saw the most curious structure. Curious because, out of every other, this one was the most developed and fortified.