Master Craftsman Drake

We headed up the road leading to the north side of Rosetta Village.

As we moved away from the center of the village, the houses became fewer and farther between.

In their place, the mountainside drew closer, and cut stone and lumber were stacked beside the road.

"He said it was at the very end, right?"

"Yes."

Just as the driver had told us, we continued up the slope.

After a while, the sound of hammers from throughout the village faded into the distance.

Beyond that, we saw a single large building.

A stone workshop.

A tall chimney...