Sweat trickled down the side of his face as Dammon hammers the steel into submission, the fires burning hot, but nowhere near the degree of the Hells he's used to.

The tiefling's tail whips behind him as he takes a step back with the newly forged blade in hand, the metal red hot, and he dunks it into the water and watches it sizzle as it rapidly cools. Your familiar face catches his attention, and he smiles politely at you.

"Ah! My favorite adventurer. What can I do for you my friend?" His grey-blue eyes look you over, as he wipes his hands and brow with a cloth. Though his tone is professional, it's clear that he's fond of you by his expression.