One autumn, the Mayor’s son, a stern young man named Kael, stormed into her shop. “Marta, a beast is stealing our winter grain. We need a real trap. Steel jaws. A pit.”
Kael scoffed. “Music? Against a thief?” lovely craft piston trap art
He returned to Marta’s shop, head bowed. “It didn’t trap the beast.” One autumn, the Mayor’s son, a stern young