A week had passed but Lind felt like it had been an eternity. Master Cain had also praised Lind for his ore melting abilities. He claimed Lind was a born refiner but Lind could only grimace at the rest of his results.
The delicate distribution was not so bad, it was simply a matter of spreading it out and then using a hammer to remove impurities. For the small daggers Lind was working on, it was not a lot of manual labor.
He had watched as the others made swords, glaives and other weapons that were more complex and hammered for hours, days, and one was still hammering even now! Still, Lind could at least see a light at the end of the tunnel and incorporated some more muscle training to help make the blasted hammer not so heavy.
