The matriarch of the family was born to a family of fine metalworkers on the western fringes, where river-trade and hill ore made silver and tin the local grain. Her stall at the Kellack market, beneath the wide-reaching limbs of the town’s central elm, was always dressed just so: brushed cloth, polished stone, gleaming glass jars of fastenings and findings.
She was exacting and busy, known for her skill in clasps and clever joints — but even more for her sense of occasion. She made clasps that clicked shut with such precision you couldn’t see the seam. Some said her work was magic. Corenna said they were just careful.