Ryan headed toward the village's blacksmith workshop at a steady pace, leaving the vast training grounds behind. He walked flanked by the girls, with the exception of his loyal wolf assistant.
Alicia had told them she would join them shortly, staying behind to organize the new warriors.
The heat began to cut through the cold morning air as they approached the wood and stone structure.
Ryan knocked on the heavy door with his gloved knuckles, waiting for an answer.
Noticing the constant hammering inside and seeing that no one answered his call, he pushed the door open himself.
A strong wave of hot air and the smell of molten metal hit the boy's face instantly.
'They always get so focused on their work.' He thought, stepping into the spacious workshop followed closely by his three companions.
