Grey stood in the clean, timber-paneled reception area of the smithy in the city, the heavy street noise muffled by the thick walls.
The assistant, a young, lean man, greeted Grey with a gleeful, eager smile.
"Welcome, sir! How may I help you today?"
Grey spoke politely, choosing his words carefully. "Professor Thorgar had recommended this smithy to me and had mentioned he spoke with the owner already about teaching me a few basics."
The assistant's smile widened. "Ah! You must be the young man! Master Grazon informed me of your arrival and instructed me to take you to him directly when you appeared."
Grey nodded, relieved the groundwork had been laid. "Thank you." He followed the assistant through a small, dimly lit hallway that quickly led to the true heart of the establishment.
As they entered the main forge at the back, the senses were immediately assaulted.
