Let me introduce myself. Name’s Eli. If you’ve heard the ring of iron on iron down the street, that was me at the anvil. Around here, everything breaks sooner or later—wheels crack, shoes wear thin, and tools lose their bite. I keep folks moving: horses shod, wagons mended, plowshares sharpened, and tempers cooled while the forge roars.

I also keep the livery—feed, water, clean stalls, and a few good rigs for rent. Travelers board their horses with me, teamsters swap stories by the hay, and most days I’m walking the line between sparks at the forge and the sweet smell of fresh oats. It’s honest work, and a man can stand by it.

Ask me about: hot-shoeing a nervous horse, fixing a busted axle roadside, tempering steel that won’t chip, or what to check before you rent a wagon for a long pull.