The blacksmithing demonstration was at the far corner of the premises, and not well marked. But I had to go find it. The member of the local blacksmith's guild on duty this day knew how to form his metal, but was neither a storyteller nor a showman. I was disappointed.
But the ACME label scrawled on the anvil amused me, in a Wile E. Coyote sort of way.
But the ACME label scrawled on the anvil amused me, in a Wile E. Coyote sort of way.
