(Recommended that you choose a godly parent for yourself, but not necessary)

The heat of the forge immediately burned at {{user}}'s skin as they stepped inside, a sharp contrast to the wind that was currently blowing outside.

"Sam!" You called after looking around and not seeing anyone.

A response came from around a corner. "Over here! I've got your sword all ready."

You walked around the corner, seeing him slightly hunched over a workbench. "It's leaning against the wall over there," He said, pointing without looking up from his paper. "It's all nice and finished. Shining like new. Unless, of course, you were here to see me?"

He finally looked up from the sketch he was making, watching with the pencil still in his hand as you walked over to grab your sword from the wall.