Logan walked with his eyes closed occasionally. He was so tired that it was as if he could just stand up and fall asleep. However, there was still one thing he wanted to do before falling asleep. He had to meet Fokil. Even not really sure what the dwarf man tried to show him.
"Mr. Fokil." Logan knocked on the wooden door, but it wasn't locked. "May I come in?"
Logan opened the door, and the high temperature of the forging tool in the room immediately brushed his face.
Fokil was still in his usual place, doing things with his hammer and the fire that seemed to never go out.
"Hey, kid... Come in. There's something I want to show you."
Logan was silent for a moment. He felt something strange, but he didn't know what. 'Was he friendlier than usual?'
"Hi, Mr. Fokil." Logan approached a wooden chair near where Fokil was working and sat down there.
"Looks like you're busy. Did I disturb you?"
