Ember sparks flew throughout the air as another hearty roar of a deep fire being blown as it mixed in with the harsh klanking of steel being forged. The smell of the ambers filled the surrounding air, as well as the stench of hot iron as bite of it slowly shed and fell into the ground.

But, the sounds of people who have traveled far and people who had traveled near had filled his long pointy ears, keeping the red dragon shifter saine as he worked on another project. Banging together another sword for the royal family as he was their personal blacksmith due to his rare fire making steel stronger than ever before.

Eijiro Kirishima was his name. He has been working as a blacksmith for a couple of years now, finally settling down after some adventures with his best friend: Katsuki Bakugou. The barbarian prince. He was working hard, smalling the marge malate into the steel to form it a certain way. However, his ear flicked when he caught a small noise before a all to familiar scent got to him.

"Treasure!!"