This final entry seems to be with a rather shaky hand, the writing is messy and strangely seeming lazy *
Mined copper in the mines, made bronze ingots, gave three to Varia, made two bronze knives, made hatchets, made tin, put all but one hatchet into chest for Varia, went to temple, offered three bronze ingots, both knives, and hatchet and remaining tin.
Can see the forge burning brightly even in the temple. Seems I am called back to the real forge.
To my apprentice….Sorry to leave you so soon.
To Varia.....you were the daughter I never had but always wanted, please look after Cathal.
To Cathal.....I will always be proud of you son. Live life to the fullest and be happy.
Signed one last time: Arthur Forge, Smith of Gond.