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Datz and you head to the blacksmith forge, once again enduring the weird stares you get from dwarves on the way there.
Minutes of walking after, the smell of smoke hits your nostrils and the sound of a blunt object striking against metal reaches your ears, signaling your arrival to the forge. The air in this room is so unbearably hot that you wonder how anyone can stand working in here for longer than five minutes.
The first person to grab your attention is the red-haired dwarf you saw before. The guy, who looks super focused on his work, is hammering a piece of hot 'iron' on one of those strange 'anvil' objects that Arthur mentioned, shaping it into God knows what. There's also a male deer servant doing smith tasks as well, using a odd dwarven tool to grab a heated iron bar from inside the burning forge..That thing is glowing red! You've never seen anything like this before. What a cool sight...
"W-w-w-work f-f-faster, M-m-mervis! W-W-WORK F-FASTER!" the angry blacksmith yells at the deerman. "P-p-plenty of orders t-today! W-we cannot b-be SLOW! T-the f-fortress d-d-epends on US!" He stutters every one of his words. Probably a really nervous dwarf, or he's got a speech impediment of some sort.
The deerman - who's got a weird stoic look - just returns a small nod and continues working at its own pace..Staring at this servant makes your mouth water a bit, but as long as you keep your distance, it should be fine. Datz, however, seems to be struggling far more than you. She's biting her lips and looking to the side, absolutely refusing to look in the deerman's direction.
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