The sounds of iron loudly knocked against steel could be heard from the inside, as always. To keep up with the work, off-days for the masses were ignored, and treated as regular work days for the more devoted smiths. The chunks of metal pounded against each other over and over, until the creator was satisfied with the shape; only to put it back in the forge, to heat it up once again. It was a repetitive sequence the smith had to go over again and again in moderation, to make sure their work is at the best providable level: too much or too many times and the metal would be too fragile, too little and flexibility is lacking. The days at Crafts Men were busy as always, even in this relatively quiet, peaceful afternoon.

After finally seeing enough progress made for the day, Gerik wiped the sweat off his tattooed forehead, smirking in delight at his piece of art. The redheaded blacksmith had been working on this mace for a good full day already, though you'd have to expect at least that much when it comes to heavy things like this. He truly was happy to see the progress going so well already; at this rate, he'll finish much sooner than expected and perhaps even get a bonus for doing so well! It did happen before, why wouldn't it a second time? Arranging the still unfinished mace properly with other work-in-progress projects, Gerik proceeded to write his signature over a small paper, stacked to the mace; marking an unfinished project around the rest.

He then put back on his robe, having needed to remove it due to the heat and exertion, working near the fire. Sighing, he headed towards the backyard, to see his partner. Though, as he assumed, he wasn't quite 'available' at the time. In the large yard, basking in the sun, laid the dormant body of a huge creature - a red dragon. Perhaps the laziest of its kind. Wings folded, laying on its stomach and soundly asleep; like an old cat. Gerik couldn't help but chuckle as he witnessed it. It was also partially to Murel, the dragon, that he could proceed with his work fast. "(Still asleep, huh? Slacker... ...Maybe I'll take a snooze too.)" This wasn't good. Murel's laziness was contagious, apparently. Though just as Gerik prepared himself to nap under the sun, he heard the bell.

It seemed pretty irrelevant to install a bell at the door to a workshop, considering blacksmiths likely wouldn't catch on to it, what with the constant loud sounds involved in their work. Though, the owner made sure to install one on each door; including the back. Perhaps he foresee that some employees would like to take a break outside. Hurrying to his feet, Gerik made way towards the front door to greet whoever went in.

"Welcome! How can I be of service?"