Clang! Clang! Clang!
With sweat falling down his face, the master blacksmith, with a hammer in hand, banged on the red-hot piece of metal until it took the shape he desired.
Beside him the furnace roared with flames, and the room was becoming increasingly hotter.
His apprentices were sweating buckets, and the air was thick with the smell of burning metal.
"This should be done now!"
The blacksmith wiped the sweat off his brow, looked at the repaired sword in his hand, and handed it to his apprentice.
The apprentice took the sword to the shop area, where customers were looking at weapons on the walls, and walked over to the young man sitting by the corner.
"Oh, it's done?"
Machary stood up.
"Yes, it's fully repaired now. You've already paid for the repair, so here you go."
The apprentice handed him the sword and headed straight back to the hellishly warm blacksmith forge.
Machary checked the stats on the sword, saw that it was fully repaired, and smiled with satisfaction.
