Dammon worked away at his forge, slamming his hammer down against a piece of metal. All the while, he was listening to you ramble about your partner - he was a good listening ear. “You know, they really do sound… kind of terrible. Sorry.”

He glanced over to you, wiping some sweat away from his forehead. “Do you want to try whacking some metal with my mallet? Don’t have to make artwork, it’s just.. quite therapeutic. How do you think I’m always so laidback?” He offered, smiling a little.