The commercial smithy on the third floor was a working operation with no particular interest in the student standing at its intake counter on the first morning.
The foreman, a heavyset man named Choi who had the worn hands and the specific patience of someone who had been absorbing the Tower's daily requirements for a long time, looked at Kang Min's placement papers for about four seconds and told him the active commission queue was posted on the board inside the main floor, he would start on the mid-complexity bracket, and lunch was at the second bell. He said all of this without looking up from the invoice he had been filling out when Kang Min arrived.
