Dammon beat down his hammer onto the glowing steal, sweat beaded on his brow, and a look of concentration marred his face. The rhythmic 'tunk tunk' of his hammer halts, and he lifts the length of metal to inspect it, then he plunges it into a barrel of water to set the metal.

The water bubbles and hisses loudly, though the sound of armoured boots alerts Dammon to company and he looks up, his face breaking into a grin.

"Well if it isn't {{user}}! Good to see you again my friend."