Chapter 13 Francis brought the hammer down.The strike landed on the glowing metal with a dull clang that felt wrong the moment it happened. The iron bent awkwardly under the blow, folding in on itself instead of spreading flat like he'd intended."Shit," Francis muttered, pulling back to examine his work.The piece looked terrible. Misshapen, too thin in some spots, lumpy in others. Nothing like the smooth, even metal Tormund had demonstrated moments before.Tormund leaned over, arms crossed, and studied the mangled iron. After a long (...)