Hand carved stone surround the courtyard made by the most skilled masons with their impervious designs. Its large and quiet with hanging moss, and several beds of flowers.
Courtyard, Outside Palace
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masons
I am carving the stone that has been quarried from the cold, cruel mountains. My hands ache after hours of holding the chisel and hammer. I am a hard worker who carves silently and efficiently. I would have preferred to have gone to school and become a priest, but I was apprenticed at the age of 12.
Anytime that I can take a break from carving stone is a good day. I am here reflecting my place in life. The cost of taxes are killing me. I am having a hard time getting by. Have you considered a different profession? I have thought of it. The fact still remains our taxes are still very high. There are rumblings in the village to confront the King about it. I mean I wished I went to school but I was thrown right into the apprenticeship. School is overrated. You rack up debt without the gaurantee of a job. I wish I went into an apprenticeship as a lad. But I am still young and my hands are not working so good these days. Drink bone broth. That has always helped with my joints. The main herb shop sells a nice spice to smoke for the pain.  You don't say? I had never thought to try such a thing. Here add this to the broth. It will help the pain. Perhaps I should have been a herbologist instead. But of course there will always be high taxes to pay no matter. Thank you kind sir, I will try it. I hope you feel better lad.