When the morning light hits the trees and the festival is still warm from the night before, the tools come out and the craft begins. Leather, brass, rings, rivets, snaps, and the smell of raw hide and possibility fills the space as everyone gets the chance to create something personal, something earned. A custom collar, a bracelet, a keychain, a token for a lover, or a piece that becomes part of your character for the rest of the weekend. Build something that feels like it belongs in a desert court of rogues and nobles. You don’t have to be an artist, you just have to want it. And by the end, you’ll walk away with a piece of Myrenthia you can wear long after the Winds have gone.
