52 Summer 519 Being an Isur, finding employment in Zeltiva in a more physical trade had not been to hard. And looking in at the local smithy and asking if a Isur could pitch in, Crylon had found it relatively easy to get a job. He doubted he would stick around too long, just while he was taking lessons and such, but he would do his best the entire time he was in the city and working on the smithy. Vell's was bigger and better than the smithy he had built himself in Sunberth, but no where near so fine as the ones he recalled from back in Sultros. But then, the Isur were well known for their forges which served both as a functional building and as a temple of sorts. Heading into the building Crylon passed through the part of the open building where wares to be sold were kept, heading straight for the forge in the back which was all one room. Crylon respected this choice, focusing on using the space rather than looking nice. Aesthetics, while being nice, were secondary in his mind to function. He would rather have a ugly but well functioning piece of work, over one that was nice looking but did not work. Working well and being nice in appearance was fine, so long as it did not diminish the pieces function. At the moment Vell himself was laying off to the side of the forge. From his soot stained fingers and body, his sweat drenched clothes, he had clearly just been working not too long ago and was taking a short break. Which of course was the perfect time for Crylon to come in and do some work without getting in Vell's way. He could not after all work all the time, and so Crylon could do some work while he rested, and then back and forth off an on. Once he arrived at the forge Crylon saw what the smith master had been working on. A large pile of iron posts. On closer look Crylon was fairly certain they were to be used for a fence, though that would likely require some additional cross sections. For now Vell was just working on the vertical stands, a mound heaped high of long iron rods with a hole spaced out near the top and bottom, and a point at the top. Checking the forge quickly Crylon saw that it was ready for crafting, Vell having banked it and fed it before lying down. He was the type to make sure things were ready for when he came back before stopping. Next the the anvil there was another pile, this one of raw iron. But unlike the iron he usually worked with which was in small ingots or similar squared blocks, this was a larger and longer block so that each of the over-sized iron bricks could be turned into one iron post. Using both hands Crylon hefted the iron long brick into the air, and then with a step headed to the fire. Then he set the iron within the flames of the forge, at the end using only his left hand to guide and settle it into place as it was not affected by the fire itself. Then he waited, giving the piece of iron time to heat before he began to work the end that was stuck into the flames. And he watched. Pausing to pump the bellows to give it more air, to keep the heat consistent. To watch and wait as the iron turned lighter, and grew hotter on the end within the flames. It was not until it was growing red and pink that Crylon hefted it out with the vice like grip of his left hand and settled it quickly onto the anvil which was a half turn away. WC: 640 |