Clank clank... Pssh Sounds of blacksmithing filled the air. You had ordered something that day, and was waiting for it to be finished. From what you could see, you could see a hooded man going back and forth, making what you had ordered. The man was great at it, his hands moving dextrously and professionally around the tools.

Something was off about him though. Maybe it was the shimmering golden reptilian eyes, or the scaly hands. Or, it might've been the long lizard tail on his back.