Frostbound

Chris

Alright, Christopher, no more distractions.

I knew returning would be filled with things I needed to see and take care of, and now that we had been back for three weeks, all that needed my attention was finished.

There were a few more meetings about Samuel, but that was all set in stone now. He had his plans updated to account for what we were giving him, and now that his departure was 'sponsored,' a sizable number of people sought to join him that hadn't before. Not enough to balloon out of proportion, but enough that his 'little' expedition wasn't so little anymore.

It was nothing huge, nearly around 200, but he initially wished to start his Village with a few dozen. Now that people knew they were officially getting my help, more came out of the woodwork. We didn't have anyone else ask, but I knew in the coming years, there would be a few.

With Samuel's problem finished, and a few others that had cropped up, along with a few criminals to sentence, I was finally on track to spend my days in the forge.

Young Annabeth's training was altered, and I only saw her once a week. Mitchell didn't wish to continue doing it, and Anna didn't want to continue learning from him. She didn't want to be a Rogue, and Abigail and Jon were okay with letting her drop it from her busy schedule.

Hal was already overlapping what he was teaching slightly, with his woodcraft and stealth lessons anyway. She would miss her lessons in poison, but everyone was fine with that.

Instead, the day was replaced with a day dedicated to Professions. Rotating through them until Anna found something she liked.

Besides the initial snafu, I had learned to rein in my teachings. I had to remember that she was still a child, not someone who was going off to war.

That being said, I still kept things tough. No amount of yelling from Abigail would stop me from doing that. She was obviously displeased, but it was Jonathan who mollified her.

He actually agreed with the way I was doing things, surprisingly enough.