"You asked for the smiths – here they are." The old governor presented to them six different smiths, as they sat waiting in the tea room. They had allowed her to go out, and calm the people, whilst they sat inside, and continued to enjoy the tea.
The smiths looked mightily nervous as they entered the room. The clean halls of a governor's home were certainly not the right place for the likes of them. They were at home amongst the dirt and heat of the forge – not here, in all this finery. It did not help that a terrifying monk sat across from them. They had witnessed all his exploits earlier, as he slew people by the dozen using the butt of his rifle.
"Hello." Gengyo grinned up at them, and withdrew from his robes a collection of loose sheets of paper, strewn across each were multiple designs and sketches. "Have a look at these – I want you to make them. Go on, pass them round."
