Kaldea, year 760
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Amrel wiped the sweat off his forehead as he struck the heated steel. Clang. He needs to make this just as good as all the others; its good money, enough to keep the family healthy and well. A door suddenly opens and a small child comes running out.
"Daddy" a small voice calls out as his baby son comes to hug him by his pants. He laughs to himself softly then says
"You don't need to be messing with Daddy right now, I'm working."
"Aww." his son replies in a fit.
He pats his head
"Go on now, I gotta work." He gestures to the door before he lightly pushes the kid through it.
"But-" SLAM. He shuts the door and steps back twards the anvil and picks up the steel. He was about to swing once more before he was interrupted by a bell ring. A customer had entered the shop. Amrel once again sat the hammer down and enters the shop-area of his home. He was greeted by a middle-aged man with an interesting swirled mustache.
"Wow. You Blacksmith follower sure do make a good blade." He says as he pick up one of the the swords on display and inspects it.
"Much appreciated." Amrel replies "you ever considered joining?"